"Did you ever hear of Jesus?" asked John Harvey's friend.
"Oh yes."
"Do you know who he was?"
"Good Jesus," murmured the child.
"Hawkins, this breaks me down," said John Harvey and he placed his handkerchief to his eyes.
"Don't cry, don't cry; I can't cry, I'm so glad," said the child exultingly.
"What are you glad for, my dear?" asked John Harvey's friend.
"To get away from here," she said deliberately. "I used to be so cold in the winter, for we didn't have fire sometimes; but mother used to hug me close and sing about heaven. Mother told me to never mind and kissed me and said if I was His, the Savior would love me and one of these days would give me a better home, and so I gave myself to Him, for I wanted a better home. And, oh, I shall sing there and be so happy!"
With a little sigh she closed her eyes.
"Harvey, are faith and hope nothing?" asked Mr. Hawkins.