"Fifty years! Why, then I should be sixty-one," said Matilda; "and you would be a good deal more than that. But perhaps we shall not live to be so old."
"Yes, we shall," said Norton. "I shall; and you must, too."
"Why, Norton, we can't make ourselves live," said Matilda, in great astonishment at this language.
"We shall live to be old, though," said Norton. "I know it. And I wish there may be something to be said of me. I don't think women ought to be talked of."
"I do not see what good it would do anybody to be talked of, after he has gone away out of the world," said Matilda. "Except to be talked of in heaven. That would be good."
"In heaven!" said Norton. "Talked of in heaven! Where did you get that?"
"I don't mean that exactly," said Matilda. "But some people will."
"Who?"
"Why, a great many people, Norton. Abraham and Noah, and David, and Daniel, and the woman that put all she had into the Lord's treasury, and the woman that anointed the head of Jesus—the woman who, He said, had done what she could. I would like to have that said of me, if it was Jesus that said it."
Norton took hold of Matilda and gave her a little good-humoured shake. "Stop that!" he said; "and tell me, is that why you are carrying a Bible out here in the streets?"