"H--n ?" The grunt with which her question concluded was so earnest in its demand of an answer, that Daisy stopped.
"Why I like to do it, Molly," she said.

Then seeing the intent eyes with which the poor creature was examining her, Daisy added,--"I like to do it; because Jesus loves you." "H--n ?"--said Molly, very much at a loss what this might mean, and very eager to know.

Daisy stood still, with the bread in her hands.
"Don't you know, Molly ?" she said.

"He does.

It is Jesus, that I told you about.