angry with a poor woman who had never, no never a moment of time to
get ready to die?"

"Stepmother," answered Cecile solemnly, "I don't know nothink about
God. Father didn't know, nor my own mother; and you say you never had
no time to know, stepmother. Only once--once----"

"Well, child, go on. Once?"

"Once me and Maurice were in the streets, and Toby was with us, and
we had walked a long way and were tired, and we sat down on a
doorstep to rest; and a girl come up, and she looked tired too, and
she had some crochet in her hand; and she took out her crochet and
began to work. And presently--jest as if she could not help it--she
sang. This wor what she sang. I never forgot the words:

"'I am so glad that Jesus loves me;
Jesus loves even me.'

"The girl had such a nice voice, stepmother, and she sang out so
bold, and seemed so happy, that I couldn't help asking her what it
meant. I said, 'Please, English girl, I'm only a little French girl,
and I don't know all the English words; and please, who's Jesus, kind
little English girl?'

"'Oh! _don't_ you know about Jesus?' she said at once. 'Why,
Jesus is--Jesus is----Oh! I don't know how to tell you; but He's
good, He's beautiful, He's dear. Jesus loves everybody."

"'Jesus loves everybody?' I said.