"Now, I wonder what makes you want that picture?" she said at last, enquiringly.
"It is so beautiful! The Good Shepherd looking so glad 'cause He's found the little lamb!"
"Oh, you know all about it, I see," Mrs. Mugford said aloud, whilst inwardly she was saying, "This is the child folks say is not right. It strikes me she's right enough!"
"I go to Sunday-school," Molly continued, encouraged by the kindly look in the eyes that were watching her so sharply, "and Miss Morris told me all about Him. He is the King of love; the hymn says so."
"What hymn, my dear? Ah, I remember. Well, now, about this picture; how many pennies have you?"
"Only two, ma'am—one the vicar gave me last week, and one Jim gave me on Saturday."
"Ah! I'm afraid I can't sell it for that! Do you think you will ever be able to save eighteen pennies?"
"I don't know, ma'am."
"I think you'd better ask your father about it. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll keep that print in the window along with the others, but if anyone wants to buy it, I'll say it's bespoken. I'll keep it there a month, and by that time you'll know if there's any chance of your buying it."
"Oh, thank you, ma'am. You will let it stay in the window where I can see it?"