"Well, and how did you like Sunday school?" Mrs. Berryman said when her granddaughter reached home. She was seated by the kitchen fire—a mere handful of coals—looking most ill-tempered.
"Very well," Melina answered shortly.
"Who was your teacher?" the old woman inquired.
"Miss Seymour—such a pretty young lady, Gran! She talked to us so nicely." Melina's face brightened at the remembrance.
"Oh, she talked nicely, did she? What about?"
"About Jesus—how He came upon earth to save sinners—"
"Oh, I've heard all that before!" interrupted Mrs. Berryman.
"It's very wonderful, isn't it?" Melina said thoughtfully.
"What's wonderful?"
"That He should have died for sinners. Miss Seymour said He prayed even for His enemies—people who had served Him badly and insulted Him. Only fancy that!"