the hook,” stray into nail polish, and write on walls with lovely crayons. And then, at the end of the day, a little girl puts her hands together before her face, and the mischiefs of the day are forgotten as she says in a small, sweet voice ”Now l lay me down to sleep . . Those small hands will grow . . . wear a class ring ... an engage ment ring ... a wedding ring. They'll move steadily through life — until one day they’re stilled and laid gently one upon the other in rest. And at that time, there'll be nothing more precious you could have taught your child than the way to worship God.

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