Josephine thought this was the time to speak about the Bible, which
she had so long wished to possess, and she went up to her father, and
stood for some time by his side without speaking.
Her father perceived her, and raising his head, he said to her,
"What do you want, Josephine, tell me, my child, what do you want to
ask me?"
"Dear papa," said the child, "I have long desired to read the Bible,
would you be so kind as to buy me one?"
"A Bible," cried her mother, "what can _you_ want with a Bible,
at _your_ age?"
"Oh! wife, wife," said the vinedresser, much vexed, "when will you
help me to do what is right?" "Yes, my child," he added, kissing
Josephine's cheek, "I will buy you one to-morrow. Do you think there
are any to be had at the pastor's house?"
"Oh! yes, plenty," cried Josephine, "and very large ones too!"
"Very well then," said the father, as he got up, and went out of the
house, "you shall have a very large one."
"But," said his wife, calling after him, "you don't know how much it
will cost."
"It will not cost so much as the wine I mean no longer to drink!"
replied the father, firmly.
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