8 SALLY OF THE God put into the heart of little Sally; for all good thoughts come from God, but naughty thoughts come out of our own hearts. The next Sunday morning little Sally got up early, and washed her hands and face, and combed her hair. Then she gathered a few flowers out of the hedge; some wild roses, and some wild honeysuckles; and when she had tied them up in a posy with a bit of red worsted, she took a slice of bread which had been cut for her breakfast; and when her mammy had given her leave to go where she would, she went and sat upon the gate till the lady who feared God came by. When little Sally saw the lady, she got off the gate in haste, and, running to her, she made a low courtesy, and gave her the posy, and said, “I have washed my face and hands, ma’am, and combed my hair; and, if you please, I will go with you to the Sunday School.” The lady said, “ Byt you have not got your Sunday* frock on!” “ I have no Sunday frock,” said little Sally, “ my own mammy and daddy are dead, and I have nobody to buy me a Sunday frock. Will you not let me go to school in these old clothes ?” “ Yes, my poor little girl, I will,” said
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