A visiting minister prayed during the offertory prayer.

"Dear Lord," he began with arms extended and a rapturous look on his
upturned face, "Without You, we are but dust ..."

He would have continued! ; but, at that moment, one very obedient
little girl (who was listening carefully for a change) leaned over to her
mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy,
WHAT is butt dust?"