There's an old saying that no one is so wicked as not to have some good in him, and none of us so good as not to have any fault.
As I sit and meditate in my old days, something came back to my memory that took place during my school days in the 1880's.
There was a certain girl who was very careless and wayward. She used profane language, and rather vulgar expressions, would rather play with the boys than study her lessons and liked to flirt with any man she would meet.
She was the eldest of a rather large family, and made it her duty to deal out the lunch from the family pail.
One day in particular, I remember she passed out the eats. Beginning with the youngest she gave everyone a slice of bread. When she gave the second round there was one slice short, so she went without the second helping herself.
Another time a child of a poor woodchopper's family, came to school without any lunch. While everyone stood around in sympathy and pity, the same wayward girl came forth, broke her sandwich in half and gave it to the hungry child, although she had scarcely enough for herself in the first place.
This really took place in the old Pomona School in 1884.