The last answer was equally unexpected and affecting.

I felt a father's tenderness and gratitude for a new and first-born child.
Jane wept likewise.
After a little pause she said,-- "O sir! I wish you would speak to my father, and mother, and little brother; for I am afraid they are going on very badly." "How so ?" "Sir, they drink, and swear, and quarrel, and do not like what is good; and it does grieve me so, I cannot bear it.

If I speak a word to them about it, they are very angry, and laugh, and bid me be quiet, and not set up for their teacher.

Sir, I am ashamed to tell you this of them, but I hope it is not wrong; I mean it for their good." "I wish your prayers and endeavours for their sake may be blessed; I will also do what I can." I then prayed with the child, and promised to visit her constantly.
As I returned home, my heart was filled with thankfulness for what I had seen and heard.

Little Jane appeared to be a first-fruits of my parochial and spiritual harvest.