“That is Mrs. Button’s house, aunt. She is very poor.”
“Has she no husband to take care of her, Minnie?”
“Her husband is a bad man, aunt. People say he used to beat her sadly. But he has gone away now, and no one knows where he is.”
“She has a girl about my age; the children call her ragged Kate.”
“Poor child! I think we must call and see her and her mother. Perhaps we can do them some good.”
“Why, aunt! You don’t mean it, do you?”
“Why not, Minnie? Our Savior, you know, loved to help the poor, and we must try to imitate him.”
“Yes, aunt, but—” and Minnie paused, as if unwilling to utter all she thought.
“But what, Minnie?”