Sometimes they contrived to have a fire on Sunday, but it was not often they could have one all the week, except to boil the kettle occasionally; for Susie still kept up the habit of having regular meals, and was gradually winning Elfie to like this plan too.
People began to notice the pale, pinched little face under the shabby black bonnet, that was seen so regularly every Sunday in a quiet corner of the church; and at length, a lady spoke to her as she was coming out one day.
"Where do you live, little girl?" asked the lady kindly.
It was very cold, and the lady could not help shivering in her warm furs, and she noticed that Susie had only a thin cape on.
"In Fisher's Lane, please, ma'am," answered Susie, dropping a courtesy and blushing.
But the lady did not know Fisher's Lane. "Do you go to the Ragged School?" she asked.
Susie shook her head. "I don't know where it is," she said.
"That is a pity," said the lady, "for there is a Sunday school there afternoon and evening, in a nice, warm room, and the teachers would be glad to see you, I am sure."
"Would they?" said Susie. "I used to go to Sunday school before we came to live here. Perhaps Elfie knows where it is, and maybe she'll come with me."
"Ask her," said the lady; "we shall be very glad to see you both."