"Why," said Tom, "what a bad thing that would be, to begin our Sunday-school by having one of our little scholars go home because none of the rest will sit by her. That will never do."
All this time Maggie had sat quite still, looking at Mamie. She was thinking of what Tom had said to her, and of being Jesus' little lamb. Here was a chance to show Mamie that she was ready to be friends with her, but it was hard work. She did not at all like to go away from her little sister whom she loved so much, to sit by Mamie whom she did not love at all, and who had been so unkind to Bessie. She rose up slowly from her seat, with cheeks as red as Mamie's and said,—
"Tom, I'll go on the other seat and sit by Mamie."
"And just get pinched for it," said Lily: "stay with us, Maggie."
Mamie took her hand down from her face and looked at Maggie with great surprise.
"She wants some one to sit with her," said Maggie, "and I had better go."
"Maggie is doing as she would be done by," said Tom.
Then Maggie felt glad, for she knew she was doing right. "Come, Mamie," she said, and she took hold of Mamie's hand, and they sat down together on the other bench.
"You are a good girl, Midget," said Harry, "and it's more than you deserve, Miss Mamie."