"Nobody, papa; I only wanted to know, you see. So you do, don't you?"
"Well, I shall the beginning of the year, for the boy I have is leaving. But what has that to do with my little girl?"
"Well, papa, our teacher is always telling us that we ought to be little missionaries, and lend a helping hand to the needy whenever possible, and do all the good we can."
"Quite right, my dear; but I can't see yet what my little girl is driving at."
"Well, she was telling us only last Sunday that lots of people would be better if they had better surroundings; and that if something could be done to get those little street Arabs more out of the reach of temptation, they might grow up to be good and honest men and women."
"Well, Eva?"
"Well, papa, I should like for you to give one of those little street boys a chance."
"Who do you mean?"
"That poor boy I gave the shilling to on the landing-stage the other day, don't you remember—when you called me a silly girl?"
"And were you not silly, Eva?"