Sheep And Goats
The little girl was deeply impressed by the clergyman's sermon as to the
separation of the sheep and the goats. That night after she had gone to
bed, she was heard sobbing, and the mother went to her, to ask what was
the matter.
"It's about the goats!" Jenny confessed at last. "I'm so afraid I am a
goat, and so I'll never go to heaven. Oh, I'm so afraid I'm a goat!"
"My dear," the mother ass
red her weeping child. "You're a sweet little
lamb. If you were to die to-night, you would go straight to heaven." Her
words were successful in quieting the little girl, and she slept.
But the following night Jenny was found crying again in her bed, and
when her mother appeared she wailed:
"I'm afraid about the goats."
"But mother has told you that you are a little lamb, and that you must
never worry over being a goat."
Jenny, however, was by no means comforted, and continued her sobs.
"Yes, mamma," she declared sadly, "I know that. But I'm afraid--awful
afraid you're a goat!"