"You're a very unkind girl, Hannah," said Posy angrily. "I know Mamma will buy some matches; won't her, Tom?"
"Yes," said Tom decidedly. "She tells us to be good to poor people; and this little girl hasn't got any shoes and stockings, and her feet look awful sore."
"Mamma!" screamed Posy, running under the window of Mamma's room.
"What is it, dear?" asked Mamma, coming to the window.
"There's a awful poor little girl here, Mamma," said Posy eagerly; "and her hasn't got any shoes and stockings, and her has matches to sell. Do buy some, Mamma; her looks so tired, and sad;" and Posy was very near crying.
"Tell her to wait a minute," said Mamma, "and I'll come down."
So Posy and Tom ran after the little girl and brought her back just as Mamma appeared at the kitchen door.
