'Where have you been all day, little Meg?' she asked.
'Me and the children have been at Mrs Blossom's, answered Meg, 'because it's Christmas Day: and I wish you'd been there as well, Kitty. We'd such a good dinner and tea. She gave me a bit of cake to bring home, and you shall have some of it.'
'No, no,' said Kitty, 'it 'ud choke me.'
'Oh, it couldn't; it's as nice as nice can be,' said Meg. 'You must just have a taste of it.'
'Did you go talking about that Posy again?' asked Kitty, bending diligently over her work.
'We always talk about her,' answered Meg, 'every day. Mrs Blossom's watching for her to go by all day long, you know.'
'She'll never go by,' said Kitty shortly.
'Oh, she's certain sure to go by some day,' cried Meg. 'Mrs Blossom asks God to let her go by, every day of her life; and He's positive to do it.'
'If she's grown up so wicked,' argued Kitty, 'she didn't ought to go back to her mother, and her such a good woman. God won't send her back to her mother, you'll see.'
'But if God sent her back, her mother 'ud never think of her being wicked, she loves her so,' said little Meg. 'If Robbie were ever so naughty, I'd keep on loving him till he was good again.'