"There is someone else surely, Molly?"
"You, miss."
Marian bent down, and impulsively kissed the little upturned face as she whispered—
"Don't you love Jesus, darling? Don't you?"
"No, miss."
"She doesn't understand," Mrs. Lethbridge put in hastily.
"I see she does not, but I think one could teach her. Will you let her come to Sunday-school, Mrs. Lethbridge, if I manage to take her in my class? I will call for her every Sunday."
"Oh, miss, how truly good of you to think of it! I should be that glad." Mrs. Lethbridge put down her iron, and, sinking into a chair, burst into tears.
Marian went to her side, and laid her hand sympathetically on the poor woman's heaving shoulder.
"What is it?" she asked, gently. "I fear something is wrong. I think it helps one to bear a trouble if one can speak of it, and perhaps I could assist you in some way."