
"Oh please, Mommy. Can I have them? Please, Mommy, please!"
Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl's upturned face.

Your birthday's only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma."




One night when he finished the story, he asked Jenny, "Do you love me?" "Oh yes, Daddy. You know that I love you."
"Then give me your pearls."
"Oh, Daddy, not my pearls. But you can
have Princess--the white horse from my collection. The one with the pink tail. Remember, Daddy? The one you gave me. She's my favorite."
"That's okay, Honey. Daddy loves you. Good night." And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

"That's okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you."


"What is it, Jenny? What's the matter?"
Jenny didn't say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy.


He had had them all the time.

He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her genuine treasure.

What are you hanging on to?



