"I should like to go with you first-rate," replied Noddy. "I want to do something, and earn some money for myself. I want to work."
"Then you shall go with us!" exclaimed Mollie. "Out where we are going is a nice place to get rich. My father is going to get rich out there, and then we are coming home again."
Poor child! She knew not what the future had in store for them.
The bells of the city rang for nine o'clock, and Mollie said she went to bed at this time.
"Can you read, Noddy?" asked she.
"Yes, some."
"I always read my Testament before I go to bed; I promised my mother, years ago, that I would; and I like to do it, too. I suppose you read your Testament every night—don't you?"
"Sometimes; that is, I did once," replied Noddy, in some confusion, for he could not help recalling the teachings of Bertha on this subject.
"Well, we will read it together. You would like to—wouldn't you?"
"Yes; I don't care if I do."