“‘But Curly must have something to eat,’ said Norman, bursting into tears. ‘Oh, don’t tell! oh, don’t tell!—’
“‘Hush, dear,’ said Mrs. Meadow’s kind voice, and her kind hand on his head;—‘I’m not going to tell; but I want you to be a good boy and do what will please God, that you may be one of the lambs of the Good Shepherd’s flock.—Do you know what I am talking about?’
“‘Yes—no—I don’t know about the lambs,’ said Norman.
“‘Do you know who Jesus Christ is?’
“‘No.’
“‘Poor little thing!’ said Silky, and the tears fell from her face as she went from the fire to the table. Norman looked at her, and so did her mother, and then they looked at each other.
“‘Jesus Christ is your best friend, little Norman.’
“‘Is he?’ said Norman, looking.
“‘Do you know what he has done for you, little pin-boy?’