Our Father

[Written Especially for Children]

It was autumn, and Elizabeth was spending much time with her Daddy in the barn, where yellow and red apples were piled in heaps on the floor. Daddy was sorting and packing them in barrels, to be shipped to cities far away. Elizabeth had learned how to help in sorting, and was handing her Daddy the perfect fruit from the piles and polishing the ones which went in the bottom layer, because they would be on the top when the barrel was opened.

Of course, these two were talking, as they always did when they worked or played together. As she picked out a fine red apple Elizabeth said, "Daddy, aren't you glad that other children are going to enjoy these apples, too?" And then after a moment she added, "Do all the other children have fathers like you?"

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