A missionary wrote in 1915:
An orphan girl from the Trichinopoli Orphanage, scarcely two spans tall, came one day to beg me to admit her to First Communion.
— How old are you? I asked her.
— Ah! I do not know.
Taken in from an unknown place, she could not know how many years she had; nor could the Sisters discover it.
— Show me your teeth, I said.
With a graceful smile the innocent child revealed two rows of very white little teeth.
— Oh! I exclaimed; your baby teeth tell me you are not even seven years old. Therefore, this year you will not make your First Communion.
My God! who would believe it? Having heard those words, the little girl, without telling anyone, ran to the yard, took a stone and, intrepidly, knocked all the little teeth out of her mouth. Then, with her mouth bleeding but with an air of triumph, she returned and said to me:
— Father, I have no more baby teeth. Give me, oh give me Jesus! I love Him very much!…
Weeping with emotion — says the missionary — I took her in my arms and whispered in her ear:
— Child, tomorrow I will give you Jesus…
Yes, I could not fail to grant her request.
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