A friend of mine, a chemist, has a valuable colored cook who has a nine-year-old girl.
One bright morning the little girl was setting the table when the son of the chemist became interrogative. "Jenny, do you pray?" the lad questioned.
"'Course, every night."
"But do you think," the boy continued, "that God hears your prayers so quickly as those of white children?"
The girl was confused, dropped the plate she held, but answered beautifully: "See here, Master Arthur, I pray into God's ears and not into His eyes!"
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Philip Cleveland, Pulpit Digest
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