"I don't know what a Christian is."
"But wouldn't you like to love Jesus?"
"How do I know?" replied Kitty shortly. "I don't know anything about Jesus."
"Oh, didn't you hear, in the lesson to-day, about how He loves everybody, and wants everybody to love Him, and how He died so we could?"
"I don't know a thing about the lesson. I counted the buttons on Miss Harley's dress most all the time; they went up and down the front, and up and down the sides, and everywhere."
"Oh, but, Kitty, you surely heard the hymn,—
'Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.'"
"Yes," Kitty said; "the hymn was pretty enough, only nobody gave me a book, and I could just hear a word now and then."
Altogether, Tip didn't feel that he had done Kitty a bit of good. But he knew this much, that, since he had begun to think about and talk to her, he longed—yes, longed—with all his heart to have her come to Christ.