She had a vessel
in her hand, and she stooped to fill it with water.
"Give me a drink, my good little girl," said the traveller.
And, with a smiling face, the child reached her pitcher to the man
who still sat on his horse.
"Who made this water?" said the traveller, as he handed the vessel
back to the child.
"God made it," was her quick reply.
"And do you know anything that water is like?" asked the traveller.
"Oh, yes! Father says that water is like truth."
"Does he?"
"Yes, sir. He says that water is like truth, because truth purifies
the mind as water does the body."
"That is wisely said," returned the traveller. "And truth quenches
our thirst for knowledge, as water quenches the thirst of our lips."
The little girl smiled as this was said, and, taking up her pitcher,
went back to her home.
"Yes, water represents truth," said the traveller, as he rode
thoughtfully away. "The child was right. It purifies and refreshes
us, and is spread out, like truth, on every hand, free for those who
will take it. Whenever I look upon water again, I will think of it
as representing truth; and then I will remember that it is as
important to the mind's health and purity to have truth as it is for
the body to have water.
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