In spite of all she had said to Katy about the disgrace of selling candy in the streets, she could not but be thankful that the poor girl had none of her foolish pride.

She read in the New Testament about the lowly life which Jesus and the apostles led, and then asked herself what right she had to be proud.

And thus she struggled through the long hours she remained alone--trying to be humble, trying to be good and true.

Those who labor and struggle as hard as she did are always the better for it, even though they do not achieve a perfect triumph over the passions that torment them.
Katy blushed when she met the keeper of the grocery at the corner of the court, for in spite of all her fine talk about false pride, she had not entirely banished it from her heart.

Some queer ideas came into her head as she thought what she was doing.