“Well, aunt, I wish I could be a sunbeam to somebody before I get home.”
“Perhaps you may be. Look down yonder lane. There is a little boy crying. He looks as if he was in trouble. See if you can comfort him with a kind word or two.”
While Minnie ran to see what good she could do to the weeping boy, a girl came along, very poorly clad, and carrying a bundle of dry sticks on her head. Aunt Amy’s kind heart pitied the poor child. She stopped her and said,—
“What is your name, little girl?”
“Kate,” said the girl, looking earnestly at her questioner.
“Kate! Where do you live?”
“Down the lane, in yonder cottage. I’m Mrs. Button’s gal.”
“I’m glad to meet you, Kate. I’ve just seen your mother. I want you to try to be a good girl, and help her. Do you go to Sunday school?”
“No. I’se got no clothes fit to wear there.”