More than Enough
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An eight-year-old boy went to a church picnic, and, being a favorite with the ladies, had been liberally supplied with good things to eat. Later in the day one of the ladies noticed the boy sitting near a stream with a woebegone expression on his face and his hands clasped over his stomach.
“Why, what’s the matter, Willie?” she kindly asked. “Haven’t you had enough to eat?”
“Oh, yes’m,” said the boy. “I’ve had enough. I feel as though I don’t want all I’ve got.”