"Would He rather I'd give the handkercher back to Miss Mapes?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Bradford. "He was grieved when He saw you take it; and He will know you are truly sorry if you send it back to her."
"I'll do it, then," said Dolly; "you can take it to her: but don't you tell her I did it for her, 'cause I don't,—it's only for Him."
Poor child! it was perhaps as much as was to be expected from one so ignorant; and Mrs. Bradford, fearing to do her harm, said no more, trusting that even this blind striving after right was pleasing in the eyes of Him who has said, that little should be required of him to whom little has been given.
"Say 'Gentle Jesus,'" said Dolly, turning to Bessie, who had stood by while her mother was talking.
Next to the two hymns which had first taken her fancy, this seemed to be the one Dolly liked best; and now she often asked for it. Bessie repeated it. When she came to the two last lines of the second verse,—
"In the kingdom of thy grace,
Give a little child a place,"
Dolly said, "I'm going to say, 'Give a better child a place,' 'cause I'll be a better child now: true I will."