Do you know Mother Teresa?
Well then, I could tell you things.
And she does not like me, I am sure of that; quite sure." "My darling, I am going to make us a cup of tea.

It will do us good." "If indeed it were chocolate!" "I cannot make chocolate now; but you shall have a great deal of sugar in your cup, and something good to eat also.

There, my darling, put your chair close to the fire, and we will sit here until we are quite sleepy." With the words she went into the kitchen.

Molly was nodding over her beads, in the comfortable radius made by the blazing logs; no one else was present but a young peon.

He brought a small kettle to the parlor fire, and lifted a table to the hearth, and then replenished the pile of logs for burning during the night.