Nellie's Daily Bread

The Universalist Leader

"Mamma," said little Nellie one day at breakfast, suddenly, "every morning I pray to God to give me my daily bread, but really it is you that gives it to me—isn't it?"

"Let us think a moment about that, Nellie," replied her mother. "Where do I get the bread I give you?"

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