A little girl who had attended one of our meetings went home and climbed upon her father’s knees and said, “Papa, you have been drinking again.” It troubled him. If his wife had spoken to him, he might have got mad and gone out into some shop or saloon, and got more liquor, but that little child acted like an angel. He came down to our meetings with her and found out how he might be saved, and now that home is a little heaven. There are many homes that might be made happy in that way.— MOODY.
