"Come, come, Mrs Warden, if you love that man, take the right way to show it. Think of your children."
"Yes; if I didn't—who would, I should like to know? The poor are trodden under foot."
"Not so, Mrs Warden, the poor are taken care of, if they are deserving. God loves the poor, and commands us all to love them. Give me your Bible?" The woman hesitated a minute, and then answered—
"Never mind the Bible, that won't get us bread."
"Give me your Bible, Mrs Warden."
"We have'nt got it. What's the use of keeping a Bible in the house for children as can't read, when they are crying for summat to eat?"
"You have sold it, then?"
"We got a shilling on it—that's all."
"Have you ever applied to us for food, and has it been denied you?"
"Well, I don't know. The servant always looks grumpy at us when we come a-begging, and seems to begrudge us every mouthful. It's all very well to live on other persons' leavings. I dare say you don't give us what you could eat yourselves."