The seven-year-old daughter of a prominent suburban resident is, the neighbors say, a precocious youngster; at all events, she knows the ways of the world.
Her mother had occasion to punish her one day last week for a particularly mischievous prank, and after she had talked it over very solemnly sent the little girl up to her room.
An hour later the mother went upstairs. The child was sitting complacently on the window seat, looking out at the other children.
"Well, little girl," the mother began, "did you tell God all about how naughty you'd been?"
The youngster shook her head, emphatically. "Guess I didn't," she gurgled; "why, it'd be all over heaven in no time."