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"Give it to the poor woman with the sick baby," whisperedEffie—p. 23.

Effie Maurice

OR

What do I Love Best

A Tale

London

Gall and Inglis, 25 Paternoster Square;

AND EDINBURGH.

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CONTENTS.

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CHAPTER I.

'Thou shalt have no other gods before me.'

'Mother,' said little Effie Maurice, on a Sabbath evening in winter, 'MrL—— said to-day that we are all in danger of breaking the firstcommandment,—do you think we are?'

'Did not Mr L. give you his reasons for thinking so?'

'Yes, mother.'

'Didn't you think he gave good reasons?'

'I suppose he did, but I could not understand all he said, for hepreached to men and women. Perhaps he thought children were in no dangerof breaking it.'

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'Well, bring your Bible—'

'O mother, I can say all the commandments, every word. The first is,"Thou shalt have no other gods before me." I thought this was for theBurmans and Chinese, and all those who worship idols where themissionaries go.'

'The poor heathen are not the only idolaters in the world, my child; wehave many of them in our own Christian land.'

'What! here, mother? Do people worship idols in this country?'

'Yes, my dear, I fear we do.'

'We do, mother? You don't mean to say that you, and papa, and DeaconEvarts, and all such good people, worship idols?'