“‘Mamma! did you see that little girl on those brown steps?’”—P. 53.
“‘Yes love,’ said her mother, ‘I saw her. How good God has been to me, that it is not my little daughter who is sitting there.’
“‘O mamma!’
“Nanny walked on in silence for about half a block—then she spoke again.
“‘Mamma—I’m afraid a great many poor children want things more than I want my beads.’
“‘I’m afraid they do, Nanny.’
“‘Mamma, will you please go back with me and let me give that little girl my red cent? wouldn’t she be pleased, mamma? would she know how to spend it?’
“‘Suppose you spend it for her, Nanny. People that are cold are often hungry too—shall we go to the baker’s and buy her something to eat?’