"Do, tell me a story," said a smiling little boy, who was sitting in his father's lap-" do, father, tell me a story."
So, his father told him one; and again the request was made-" do, father, tell me another pretty story, and a long one too."
The story was told, and Robert listened to it with the deepest attention and interest.
Do, do, father, tell me one more story-just one more, and I will not ask you again."
"My son," said his father, "I have told you two stories; and now I wish to talk with you a little about that verse in the Bible which you repeated to me this morning."
Robert continued to beg for one more story.
"No, my son," said his father, “I have no more stories to tell you now. Sometimes I must talk to you about God, and our Savior, and what we must do, that we may be prepared, when we die, to go to heaven, and be good and happy there, for ever."