"I'm glad to hear you have prayed about it. You mustn't forget to pray every day, Peggy."
"But, please 'm, the gentleman told us of them idols that the heathen made. He said them were deaf, but God weren't."
"Yes?"
"So, please 'm, I ain't goin' to arsk God more 'n once. I kneeled down when I comed 'ome, and I arsked Him to save the heathen, every one. And He ain't deaf, so I ain't goin' to arsk Him again."
Helen looked at Peggy, but said nothing. And Joyce at this moment coming into the room, prevented further conversation.
Two days after this, an old pedlar came to the door. Peggy went to interview him.
"We don't want nothink, thank yer," she said, eyeing his wares with some curiosity.
"Now don't 'ee say so, my dear, with your pretty young face a-longin' for a bright bow of ribbon in your cap. Look at this piece o' blue, three yards for sevenpence. Why, 'tis givin' it away. Ah, I see you're a sensible girl; you don't care for finery. Now I dessay I have a book or two that may take your fancy; or a pictur' now. Look at this one. A religious one this is, very sootable for a bedroom."
"'Tis Christ knockin' at the door," said Peggy, with a pleased nod.
"'Well, I s'pose it is; only one shillin' and sixpence. Why, He be worth more nor that, hain't He?"