Her father says he'll have no such godly things in his house; and her own mother scoffs at her, and says she supposes Jenny counts herself better than other folks.

But she does not mind all that.

She will read her books, and then talk so pretty to her mother, and beg that she would think about her soul." "The Lord forgive me," thought I, "for not being more attentive to this poor child's case!" I seemed to feel the importance of infantine instruction more than ever I had done before, and felt a rising hope that this girl might prove a kind of first-fruits of my labours.
I now recollected her quiet, orderly, diligent attendance on our little weekly meetings; and her marked approbation of the epitaph, as related in my last paper, rushed into my thoughts.

"I hope, I really hope," said I, "this dear child will prove a true child of God.

And if so, what a mercy to her, and what a mercy for me!" {Little Jane's Cottage: p137.jpg} The next morning I went to see the child.