in his voice. "Then, will Dinah Johnson go to the same heaven we do?"

"Certainly, my dear; for heaven is one glorious temple, and God
is the light of it; and into it will be gathered all those who love
the Lord Jesus Christ, to dwell in his presence, in fullness of joy,
for ever. But Henry, my darling, why did you ask such a question?
Don't you want poor old Dinah to go to the same heaven that we do?"

"Oh, yes, mamma, I love Dinah, and I want her to go to our heaven;
but last Sunday papa told me that the angels were every one fair
and beautiful, and Jacob Sanders says Dinah is a homely old darkey.
Now, how can she change, mamma?"

Henry's mother saw at once where the difficulty lay in her little
boy's mind; so, putting aside her work, she took the child up
on her knee, and explained the matter to him.

"Henry," said she, "I am sorry to hear that Jacob Sanders calls
Dinah a darkey; for those who are so unfortunate as to have a
black skin don't like to be called that or any other bad name.
They have trouble enough without that, and I hope you will never,
never do it. They like best to be called colored persons,
and we should always try to please them. We should pity them,
and try to relieve their sorrows, and not increase them.
Don't you think so?"

"Yes, ma, and I do love Dinah, and I don't care if she isn't white,
like you."

"Neither does God, our heavenly Father, care, Henry, about the color