So Daisy sat down and told her.
She told her the story at length; she painted the love of the few disciples, the enmity of the world, the things that infinite tenderness had done and borne for those who hated goodness and would not obey God.
Molly listened, and Daisy talked; bow, she did not know nor Molly neither; but the good news was told in that poor little house; the unspeakable gift was made known.

Seeing Molly's fixed eyes and rapt attention, Daisy went on at length and told all.

The cripple's gaze never stirred all the while, nor stirred when the story came to an end.
She still stared at Daisy.

Well she might.
"Now Molly," said the child, "I have got a message for you." "H--n ?" said Molly, more softly.
"It is from the Lord Jesus.

It is in his book.