"Nice people."
"I mean, people that are not nice."
"It will be new times when you do," said Maria. "Come! let the Dows alone and come to bed."
"Maria," said her little sister as she obeyed this request, "I was thinking that Jesus thought about people that were not nice."
"Well?" said Maria. "Do lie down! what is the use of getting into bed, if you are going to sit bolt upright like that and talk lectures? I don't see what has got into you."
"Maria, it seems to me, now I think of it, that those were the particular people He did care about."
"Don't you think He cared about good people?" said Maria, indignantly.
"But they were not good at first. Nobody was good at first—till He made them good. He said He didn't come to the good people; don't you remember?"
"Well, what do you mean by all that? Are we not to care for anybody but the people that are not good? A nice life we should have of it?"
"Maria," said her little sister, very thoughtfully, "I wonder what sort of a life He had?"