"She told me how to be good. The very sight of her made me feel how wicked I was. I mean to be good."
"Then I am sure you will be."
"I shall always think of Jenny, and the anchor she gave me, when I am tempted to do wrong. I feel that Jenny has saved me, and made me a new being."
"I'm sure I hope so; and I am glad you came here for your own sake, as well as for mine. But I can't believe that one who has been good to my dear lost one can be very bad," replied Mrs. Kent, gloomily.
"I am—at least, I was; for I know I am ever so much better than I was when I came here. I ran away from home!"
"Ran away!" exclaimed Mrs. Kent, appalled at the words.
"Yes; and I did even worse than that."
"Dear me! I hope not. I thought it was strange that a young lady like you should have so much money; but my heart was so full that I didn't think much about it."
"Mrs. Kent, I stole that money!" added Fanny, her face crimson with the blush of shame.
"Mercy on me! I can't believe it."