In one of the schools in India a little girl of about eight years had her love for Jesus tested in the following manner:— It was a feast day, and her father told her not to go to school that day, as he wished to take her to a temple to worship their god. “But,” said the child, “I can not go to the temple to worship Buddha, because I love Jesus, and I only worship Him now.” “You must,” replied the father, “I will make you.” Later in the day, in spite of the little girl’s entreaties, she was taken to the temple. “Now,” said her father, “prostrate yourself before Buddha.” “Father,” she said, “I love Jesus, and may not worship Buddha.” So seizing the little one, he threw her on her face, dragged her along on the ground on her face, and after beating her let her go. The poor little girl was so badly cut that she was unable to return to the mission school for a very long time; and when at last she recovered enough to come, her face still showed the scars of the wounds she had received for Christ’s sake. When the teacher asked her how it was her face was so cut, she hung her head and said nothing. But one of the other children told the story. Then the little one looked up with a radiant smile and said,— “Teacher, I could not help it; I love Jesus too much to worship Buddha. Jesus loves me, and I love Him!”—Exchange.