Now don't mistake me.

I don't mean you are good for doing them.

It is a good thing to eat your breakfast, but you don't fancy it's very good of you to do it.

The thing is good, not you.' Curdie laughed.
'There are a great many more good things than bad things to do.

Now tell me what bad thing you have done today besides this sore hurt to my little white friend.' While she talked Curdie had sunk into a sort of reverie, in which he hardly knew whether it was the old lady or his own heart that spoke.
And when she asked him that question, he was at first much inclined to consider himself a very good fellow on the whole.