It makes me sorry to have you so naughty.

I wish you would try to be good for my sake, because I'm going to die soon.

I shan't be here very long.' Topsy's round, bright eyes grew suddenly dim with tears.

She did believe at last that it was possible for some one to love her.

She laid her head down between her knees and wept and sobbed.
'Poor Topsy,' said Eva gently.
[Illustration] 'Oh, Miss Eva, dear Miss Eva,' cried the poor little black child, 'I will try, I will try.