"No, I may die before morning, Fanny; but I am ready. You are so good——"
"O, Jenny! I am not good! I cannot deceive you any longer!" exclaimed Fanny, bursting into tears.
"Now I know that you are good. The blessed Bible says, 'He that humbleth himself shall be exalted.' I'm glad you don't think you are good."
"But I am not good, indeed I am not," sobbed Fanny.
"Don't weep, dear Fanny. I know how you feel; I have felt just so myself, when it seemed to me I was so wicked I couldn't live."
"You don't know how wicked I have been; what monstrous things I have done," added Fanny, covering her face with her hands. "If you knew, you would despise me."
"You wrong yourself, Fanny. Such a good, kind heart as you have would not let you do anything very bad."
"I have done what was very bad, Jenny; I have been the worst girl in the whole world; but I am so sorry!"
"I know you are. If you have done anything wrong,—we all do wrong sometimes,—you could not help being sorry. Your heart is good."
"Shall I tell you what I did?" asked Fanny, in a low and doubtful tone.