'Oh, it's short enough; I've got my book under my pillow.'
So Rosalie read the parable of the Lost Sheep; and the girl put down her candle on one of the boxes and listened.
'It's very pretty,' she said, when Rosalie had finished, 'but I don't know what it means.'
'Jesus is the Good Shepherd,' said Rosalie; 'you know who He is, don't you,
Betsey Ann?'
'Yes, He's God, isn't He?'
'Yes and He loves you so much,' said the child.
'Loves me?' said Betsey Ann; 'I don't believe He does. There's nobody loves me, and nobody never did!'
'Jesus does,' said Rosalie.
'Well, I never!' said the girl. 'Where is He? what's He like?'
'He's up in heaven,' said Rosalie, 'and yet He's in this room now, and He does love you, Betsey Ann; I know He does.'