'No,' said the child; 'I don't like it very much.'
'They gave me it in the workhouse; I was born there, and my mother died when I was born, and I've never had a bit of pleasure all my life; I wish I was dead!'
'Shall you go to heaven when, you die?' asked Rosalie.
'La, bless you! I don't know,' said the girl; 'I suppose so.'
'Has the Good Shepherd found you yet?' asked the child; 'because if He hasn't, you won't go to heaven, you know.'
The girl stared at Rosalie with a bewildered air of amazement and surprise.
'Don't you know about the Good Shepherd?' asked the child.
'Bless you! I don't know anything,' said the girl; 'nothing but my A B C.'
'Shall I read to you about it; are you too tired?'
'No, not if it's not very long.'