nkie had forgotten all about this; and when papa
said he must not have so much sugar on his cakes, his lips began to
pout, and they were all afraid he was going to be very naughty.

Mamma leaned over her plate, and said, softly, "Is Satan here again?"

"Yes, mamma," said Frankie; "may I whip him out?"

She nodded yes; and he then jumped down from the table, and began to
blow with all his might. Then he caught up a newspaper, and whisked it
all about, saying, "Go long, old feller; go long out of this house."

"Whew! whew!" said papa; "what is all this?"

Mamma smiled, as if she understood it well; and presently the little
fellow climbed up in his chair, looking very bright and happy, but quite
out of breath with his exercise.

"Satan's gone, papa," he said. "Now I'm your dear little Frankie."

"Yes, indeed, you are," said his father, laughing heartily. "I am glad
we have found a way to get rid of Satan so easily."

"What does it mean?" asked Willie.

"I will tell you presently, my dear," said papa.

When they had done breakfast, Mr. Gray opened the Bible for prayers, and
taking Frankie on his knee, and calling Willie to stand by his side, he
said, "In God's book, he tells us that Satan is our great enemy, who is
trying to make us do wrong. He is called a roaring lion, who goeth about
seeking whom he may devour. This means that he loves to destroy our
happiness, and to see people miserable; and he knows if we are naughty,
we shall suffer. He goes about whispering in the ears of little boys and
girls, prompting them to mischief, persuading them to tell lies, to be
disobedient and unkind. If children listen to his voice, they soon
become like him; but if they say, 'Get thee behind me, Satan,' or drive
him away, as Frankie did, the Holy Spirit will come and put good
thoughts into their minds, and teach them, as the Bible says, what they
ought to say and what they ought to do."

Papa then knelt down, and holding Frankie's little hand, prayed that he
might always listen to the voice of the good Spirit, and be led by it to
do all that is right.

CHAPTER V.

FRANKIE AND THE SUGAR.

ONE morning Mrs. Gray was finishing a piece of work which she wished to
send away, when Frankie ran in from the dining hall, and asked, "Mamma,
may I have some chucher?" He meant sugar, but he could not speak the
word plainly.

"Where is the sugar that you want, my dear?" asked mamma.

"On the table," said Frankie. "Nurse is