"What do you keep reading that for, the whole time?" said
Nancy, one day.
"Because I like to," said Ellen.
"Well, if you do, you're the first one ever I saw that did."
"Oh, Nancy!" said Ellen, "your grandma?"
"Well, she does, I believe," said Nancy; "for she's always at it; but all the rest of the folks that ever I saw are happy to get it out of their hands, I know. They think they must read a little, and so they do, and they are too glad if something happens to break 'em off. You needn't tell me I've seen 'em."
"I wish you loved it, Nancy," said Ellen.
"Well, what do you love it for? Come, let's hear; maybe you'll convert me."
"I love it for a great many reasons," said Ellen, who had some difficulty in speaking of what she felt Nancy could not understand.
"Well I ain't any wiser yet."
"I like to read it because I want to go to heaven, and it tells me how."