I don't want to live any longer in such a mean, nasty
world. I want to go to Heaven, where everything is jolly."
"You are a fit subject for Heaven," said Mrs. Atherton,
scornfully, and instantly the passionate sobbing ceased; the tears
were dried in the eyes which blazed with insulted dignity as Edith
arose, and looking her mistress steadily in the face, replied,
"I suppose you think I meant to steal and keep the pretty picture,
but the one who was in here with me knows I didn't."
"Who was that?" interrupted Grace, her color changing visibly at
the child's reverent reply.
"God was with me, and I wish he hadn't let me touch it, but he
did. It lay on the writing desk and I took it to the window to see
it. Oh, isn't she jolly?" and as she recalled the beautiful
features, the hard expression left her own, and she went on, "I
couldn't take my eyes from her; they would stay there, and I was
almost going to speak her name, when I heard you coming, and ran
away. I meant to bring it back, Mr. Arthur," and she turned
appealingly to him.
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