Preach Small

"Mother," said a little girl seven years old, "I could not understand our minister to-day, he said so many hard words. I wish he would preach so that little girls could understand him. Won't he, mother?"

"Yes, I think so, if we ask him."

Soon after her father saw her tripping away. "Where are you going, Emma?" said he.

"I am going over to the minister's to ask him to preach small."