Jenny. I meant no harm, Mr. Richard, only I did not expect you would have been here.
D. And pray Jenny, where are you going with your rake? What are you after at this time of the morning?
J. I am going to gather up the hay which has been dropped. You know Farmer Norris carted his hay on Saturday, and my mother has sent me to gather up what has fallen from the carts.
D. What right have you to it?
J. My mother says that the hay which is left by the way-side is like the ears of corn left by the reaper which poor people are allowed to glean.
Dick was silent for a minute; he then said in a milder tone, “So, Jenny, you read the Bible?”
J. Yes, sure enough, I read it every day, but particularly on Sundays.
D. What is that great book about?