"And so you see, children, what a lot of good a little servant-maid can do. She had been taken away from her home and friends, and might have been fretful and sulky, and unwilling to help her master. Instead of that, she longed to tell him how he could be cured."
"Should think so," gasped Peggy; "she must have been awful glad to leave 'ome, and go to service!"
There was something in her intense tone that made Miss Gregory look at her. But she felt she needed rebuke.
"No little girl ought to like leaving her parents and going away from them. Good little girls would not like it."
Peggy hung her head abashed. Her next neighbour nudged her sharply with her elbow.
"One for you, Peg!" she whispered.
Peggy gave her a vicious kick, which brought upon her a severer rebuke still from Miss Gregory, and when the class was over and the children dispersing, Peggy was kept behind.
"Don't you ever wish to love Jesus, Peggy, and please Him?" her teacher asked rather sadly.
Peggy looked upon the ground and said nothing.
Miss Gregory went on, "I have often wished you took a greater interest in the Bible, Peggy. You always seem to be thinking of other things. Don't you like hearing Bible stories?"