Kitty came out to the door, and pumped her pan full of water.

He looked down on her.

There was Kitty; had he anything which he could give her?
He shook his head mournfully; not a thing.

But wouldn't it be the same if he could help her to get something?
What if he could coax her to go to Sunday school; perhaps it would do for her all that it had done for him.

And at this moment the unwearied Satan came with his wicked thoughts.
"Kitty would be a pretty-looking object to go to Sabbath school,--not a decent thing to wear! Everybody would laugh at her and at you.