"They're just nothing"

[Of Special Interest to Young Children]

Peter had just been promoted to the third grade, and felt very wise and brave; but there were some things which still bothered him in spite of feeling very grown up. One thing in particular that disturbed him was the way his room looked after his prayers had been said and the light turned out. He had recently moved into this room, which was all his own, after sharing a room with his sister for several years, and the shapes that came with the darkness had not yet grown familiar to him.

The first night in his room, feeling the newness all around him, he had called his mother to him. Then, after talking with her for a few minutes about God's love for and care of His children, he had fallen asleep.

The next night he had tried to fight this strange, scary feeling by himself, for he knew that he must make an honest effort to overcome with Truth whatever tried to disturb him; but he had stayed awake a long time. The third night he called his mother again.

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