"Rub-a-dub-dub! rub-a-dub-dub!"
Little Bo heard the music, and ran after it. He had been fishing in a pool with a bent pin for a hook. "It is lots more fun to run after the band than to fish with a pin and not catch anything," thought Bo. So he gave the line to his little sister Nare. Nare wanted to fish before, but Bo had said, "Girls don't know anything 'bout fishing."
Bo lived in a far country where even fathers don't love little girls. Bo did not share his playthings with his sister, as you have done. He made her wait on him. He didn't know any better. That was the way Bo's father treated his mother. Bo was not white, as are the boys and girls who read this. He was brown as a berry. So was his little sister Nare. So were all the people Bo and Nare knew, except two ladies. These white missionary ladies were Bo's teachers. They told him about Jesus. But Bo's father taught him to worship idols. Bo sometimes wondered which was the true God. But at this particular minute he only thought about the music, and ran after it. He saw a great crowd and a priest in the midst beating a drum. He heard the priest cry in a loud voice, "Let every one keep silence." Then the priest looked fiercely at the small boys. Bo began
