Daisy followed the path to the spring, filled her pail and then her kettle, wondering much how Molly ever could crawl to the place in rainy weather; and then she came in triumphant and set the tea-kettle on the stove.
"I am very sorry you are sick, Molly," said Daisy anew.
Molly only grunted; but she had finished her peach and sat there licking her fingers.
"Would you like to see Dr.Sandford?
I could tell him." "No!"-- said the poor thing decidedly.
"I'll pray to the Lord Jesus to make you well." "Humph ?"--said Molly, questioning.
"You know, he can do everything.

He can make you well; and I hope he will." "He won't make me well--" said Molly.
"He will make you happy, if you will pray to him." "Happy!" said Molly; as if it were a yet more impossible thing.
"O yes.

Jesus makes everybody happy that loves him.

He makes them good too, Molly; he forgives all their sins that they have done; and in heaven he will give them white robes to wear, and they will not do wrong things nor have any pain any more." One of Molly's grunts came now; she did not understand this or could not believe.

Daisy looked on, pitiful and very much perplexed.
"Molly, you have a great Friend in heaven," said the child; "don't you know it?
Jesus loves you." "H--n ?"--said Molly again.
"Don't you know what he did, for you and me and everybody ?" Molly's head gave sign of ignorance.