and if he had been only an honest man he never would have found the
Saviour and would have gone to hell. Your father must be something.'

'I can only tell you again that he is honest and good.'

Selina was confounded. She had heard of those people who were
NOTHING, and had always considered them as so dreadful that she could
not bear to think of them. The efforts of her father and mother did
not extend to them; they were beyond the reach of the preacher--mere
vessels of wrath. If Madge had confessed herself Roman Catholic, or
idolator, Selina knew how to begin. She would have pointed out to
the Catholic how unscriptural it was to suppose that anybody could
forgive sins excepting God, and she would at once have been able to
bring the idolator to his knees by exposing the absurdity of
worshipping bits of wood and stone; but with a person who was nothing
she could not tell what to do. She was puzzled to understand what
right Madge had to her name. Who had any authority to say she was to
be called Madge Hopgood? She determined at last to pray to God and
again ask her mother's help.

She did pray earnestly that very night, and had not finished until
long after Madge had said her Lord's Prayer. This was always said
night and morning, both by Madge and Clara. They had been taught it
by their mother. It was, by the way, one of poor Selina's troubles
that Madge said nothing but the Lord's Prayer when she lay down and
when she rose; of course, the Lord's Prayer was the best--how could
it be otherwise, seeing that our Lord used it?--but those who
supplemented it with no petitions of their own were set down as
formalists, and it was always suspected that they had not received
the true enlightenment from above. Selina cried to God till the