The little girl gave the cook a haughty look. "I never allow any one but my mother to speak to me like that," she said.
The public-spirited lady met the little boy on the street. Something about his appearance halted her. She stared at him in her near-sighted way.
THE LADY—"Little boy, haven't you any home?"
THE LITTLE BOY—"Oh, yes'm; I've got a home."
THE LADY—"And loving parents?"
THE LITTLE BOY—"Yes'm."
THE LADY—"I'm afraid you do not know what love really is. Do your parents look after your moral welfare?"
THE LITTLE BOY—"Yes'm."
THE LADY—"Are they bringing you up to be a good and helpful citizen?"