"Yes; the Lord Jesus is always kind," said Susie.
"I wish he was here in London; I'd go to him," said Elfie. "It's nice to have anybody speak kind to you."
"You can go to him, Elfie," said Susie. "The Lord Jesus has gone up to heaven again now; but he'll hear you just as plain as though he was in the room here."
Elfie stared. "You don't think I'm going to believe that, do you?" she said sharply.
"Why not? It's the truth," said Susie.
"Maybe it is for fine folks that wants a lot of things to live, but not for a poor little street girl like me," answered Elfie.
"Why don't you think it's for you, Elfie?" asked her companion.
"Because I know what I am, and I guess he'd soon find out I was street rubbish, as the fine folks call me in the market." And Elfie clenched her fist angrily as she spoke.
"O Elfie, Jesus don't think you're street rubbish!" said Susie. "I think he cares for people all the more when he knows they're poor, because he was a poor man himself once."
"A poor man!" exclaimed Elfie. "Why, you said he was God's Son, and all the world was his."