'No, not I,' said Jinx, laughing again; 'thinks I, when the old man gave it to me, it's a pretty picture, and I'll stick it on the wall; but I've never troubled my head any more about it.'
'Oh, my mother and I—we read it nearly every day,' said Rosalie; 'it's such a beautiful story!'
'Is it?' said Jinx. 'I should like to hear it; tell it to me; it will pass the time as we go along.'
'I can read it, if you like,' said Rosalie. 'I have it here in a book.'
'All right! read on,' said Jinx graciously.
Rosalie took her Testament from her bag; but before she began to read, Jinx called out to the woman, who was leaning out of the caravan talking to her husband.
'Old mother,' he called out, 'come and hear the little 'un read; she's going to give us the history of that there picture of mine. You know nothing about it, I'll be bound.'
But Jinx was wrong, for when Rosalie had finished reading, the woman said,'That will be the Bible you read out of. I've read that often when I was a girl. I went to a good Sunday school then.'
'And don't you ever read it now?' said Rosalie.
'Oh, I'm not so bad as you think,' said the woman, not answering her question; 'I think of all those things at times. I'm a decent woman in my way. I know the Bible well enough, and there's a many a deal worse than I am!'