But, if you fancy to have her pluck them, so be it." "Mamma, I think Topsy is different from what she used to be; she's trying to be a good girl." "She'll have to try a good while before _she_ gets to be good," said Marie, with a careless laugh.
"Well, you know, mamma, poor Topsy! everything has always been against her." "Not since she's been here, I'm sure.

If she hasn't been talked to, and preached to, and every earthly thing done that anybody could do;--and she's just so ugly, and always will be; you can't make anything of the creature!" "But, mamma, it's so different to be brought up as I've been, with so many friends, so many things to make me good and happy; and to be brought up as she's been, all the time, till she came here!" "Most likely," said Marie, yawning,--"dear me, how hot it is!" "Mamma, you believe, don't you, that Topsy could become an angel, as well as any of us, if she were a Christian ?" "Topsy! what a ridiculous idea! Nobody but you would ever think of it.

I suppose she could, though." "But, mamma, isn't God her father, as much as ours?
Isn't Jesus her Saviour ?" "Well, that may be.

I suppose God made everybody," said Marie.

"Where is my smelling-bottle ?" "It's such a pity,--oh! _such_ a pity!" said Eva, looking out on the distant lake, and speaking half to herself.
"What's a pity ?" said Marie.
"Why, that any one, who could be a bright angel, and live with angels, should go all down, down down, and nobody help them!--oh dear!" "Well, we can't help it; it's no use worrying, Eva! I don't know what's to be done; we ought to be thankful for our own advantages." "I hardly can be," said Eva, "I'm so sorry to think of poor folks that haven't any." "That's odd enough," said Marie;--"I'm sure my religion makes me thankful for my advantages." "Mamma," said Eva, "I want to have some of my hair cut off,--a good deal of it." "What for ?" said Marie.
"Mamma, I want to give some away to my friends, while I am able to give it to them myself.