"H — n?"
The grunt with which her question concluded was so earnest in
its demand of an answer, that Daisy stopped.
"Why, I like to do it, Molly," she said. Then seeing the
intent eyes with which the poor creature was examining her,
Daisy added, — "I like to do it; because Jesus loves you."
"H — n?" — said Molly, very much at a loss what this might
mean, and very eager to know. Daisy stood still, with the
bread in her hands.
"Don't you know, Molly?" she said. "He does. It is. Jesus,
that I told you about. He loves you, and He came and died for
you, that He might make you good and save you from your sins;
and He loves you now, up in heaven."
"What's that?" said Molly.
"Heaven? that is where God lives, and the angels, and good
people."
"There ain't none," said Molly.
"What?"
"There ain't no good people."
"Oh, yes, there are. When they are washed in Jesus' blood,
then they are good. He will take away all their sins."
Molly was silent for a moment, and Daisy resumed her work of
putting things away; but as she took the peach pie in her
hands, Molly burst out again.
"What you bring them things here for?"
Daisy stopped again.
"I think it is because Jesus is my King," she said, "and I
love Him.
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