“Nanny looked up at her mother.
“‘What would you like if you were hungry?’ replied her mother.
“‘O I should like some bread,’ said Nanny, ’and I guess the little girl would, too. But all those loaves are too big.’
“‘How would these do?’ said the baker, taking some rolls out of a drawer.
“‘O they’re just the thing!’ said Nanny, ’and I like rolls so much. May I take one sir? and is a cent enough to pay for it?’
“The baker gave a queer little shake of his head, and searching below the counter for a bit of wrapping-paper he laid the two largest rolls upon it.
“‘A cent is enough to pay for two,’ he said. ‘Shall I tie them up for you?’
“‘No thank you sir; you needn’t tie it—if you’ll only wrap them up a little. Mamma,’ said Nanny, turning again to her mother, ‘I’m afraid that poor little girl don’t know that ‘the silver and gold are the Lord’s,’ and she’ll only think that I gave it to her.’
“‘You can tell her, Nanny, that everything we have comes from God,’ said her mother; and they left the shop.”
“What a nice little girl!” said Carl. “I think I should like to marry that little girl when I grow up—if I was good enough.”