"Yes, I know about him. The man on board ship told me that he is not cruel and hateful like the gods the Hindoos worship. I like him first-rate."
"Well, my dear, our God tells us what we must do in order to get into heaven when we die. I'm sure you want to please him and go there."
Milly nodded her head in a decided manner.
"One of his rules is this: 'Let every thing be done decently and is order;' and a writer has told us—'Order is heaven's first law.'"
"If we don't obey the law of God, we displease him."
"But he won't tell anybody to throw us to the crocodiles. The man told me that, or else I shouldn't like him. The man says he forgives everybody."
"He does, every man, woman and child, who pray for forgiveness; but not those who go on breaking his laws. That would be only mocking him."
"Oh! There's Emily, home from school."
And before Mrs. Morgan could put out her hand to detain the child, she had darted away.
Two weeks passed. To Mrs. Morgan, it did seem as though there was a slight improvement in the habits of the motherless girl. Her looks and dress were decidedly better. Her hair had been shortened, and showed a disposition to curl. She was required to brush it carefully several times in a day. Her face, hands and neck, were examined thoroughly by her aunt before she was allowed to leave her room in the morning, and her cousin's influence had made her more thoughtful concerning her dress.