He was just a little lad, and on a Sunday was wandering home from Sunday school, and was dawdling on his way. He scuffed his shoes into the grass; he found a caterpillar; he found a fluffy milkweed pod and blew out all the "filler." A bird's nest in the tree o'erhead, so wisely placed and high, was just another wonder that caught his eager eye.
A neighbor watched his zig-zag course and hailed him from the lawn, asked him where he had beenthat day and what was going on.
"Oh, I've been to Sunday school"-he carefully turned the sod and found a snail beneath it-I've learned a lot of God."
"M'm, a very fine way," the neighbor said, "for a boy to spend his time. If you'll tell me where God is, I'll give you a brand new dime."
Quick as a flash his answer came, nor were his accents faint. "I'll give you a dollar, Mister, if you'll tell me where God ain't."