Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . n her Avrath. You cantread; you shant read to me! Miss Lily, dats bery wicket in yo, notto want to hear me read de Bible to you—jist after you sed yo prayers too. Godwont love you, and maybe you will diebefo you wakes. What you tink yomudder gwine say when she hyar youdon wan hyar de Bible read ? Yousholy ought to be shame of yoself, MissLily, chile. I is oneasy bout you—deed Iis; you better ax God to fogif you foyou shets yo eye. And Siss voice be-came quite plaintive as she painted withmaster touch the i^erils awaiting the y
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 34 December 1886 to May 1887 . n her Avrath. You cantread; you shant read to me! Miss Lily, dats bery wicket in yo, notto want to hear me read de Bible to you—jist after you sed yo prayers too. Godwont love you, and maybe you will diebefo you wakes. What you tink yomudder gwine say when she hyar youdon wan hyar de Bible read ? Yousholy ought to be shame of yoself, MissLily, chile. I is oneasy bout you—deed Iis; you better ax God to fogif you foyou shets yo eye. And Siss voice be-came quite plaintive as she painted withmaster touch the i^erils awaiting the youngreprobate. If it had been broad daylight, Avitli thewhole day ahead, Sis would have scoredno easy victory in the contest; but thegathering shadows fell upon the littleheart, and the thought of the long darknight she must pass, and the possible ap-pearing at the awful Judgment bar, brokeher spirit of resistance, and a very meeklittle voice answered, Go on, then, Sa-jane. Not a shadow of the triumphant boundher heart gave showed itself in the weird SIS. 261. face of the ambitious Sis as she openedthe Bible and began her lesson. *No\v w-h-e-n— What do w-h-e-nspell, Miss Lily ? When, was the answer from the bed,in a very patient voice. Now when Jesus was b-o-r-n— Oh,Miss Lily, what do dat spell ? Born! in louder tones from thebed. Now when Jesus was born in Be-be-t-h-l-e-h-e-m— Laws gracious, MissLily, what is all dis ? I neber see sicli abig word. Tis a whole Bible at do it spell, Miss Lily ? Oh, Sis, let me go to sleep! cried thetormented child, her indignation overmas-tering her fears. Oh, you wicket chile, not to want toknow where Jesus was born! said Sis, insad rebuke. Bethlehem! shouted Lily at the topof her voice. Sis resumed her reading without anychange of tone. Now when Jesus was born in Bethle-hem of J-u-d-e-a— Oh, Miss Lily! Lily rose up in bed,thoroughly aroused. Sis, if you dont let me alone and let mego to sleep, Ill scream as loud as
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