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“The child is almost a heathen,” | answered,
in a low voice; ce] wish her mother would send
her to Sunday-school.””

Baisy’s sharp ears caught my remark. «ls
dat where little chillens go Sunday afternoons,
wid pretty books under dere arms?”

i Nee? | replied ; “wouldn't you like to go
too?”

« May I, Woland2” eagerly, “| will be
berry good.”

He laughed, and said that they must ask her
mamma_ to give the subject her consideration,

Ror the rest of the day, Baisy followed
Robertson about the house like a pet dog.
Toward eVening, some of his friends came ‘in,

and he shook himself free from her, and went up

to his room with them. After a time, they all”