To do the little girl justice, she was too innocent to understand half the wickedness which in this way was brought before her notice, but none the less was she being gradually demoralized by this evil habit. Her appetite failed, she scarcely took any exercise, she became nervous and excitable to a degree, her work was neglected, and, worse still, she was becoming familiarized with ideas, suggestions, and thoughts that should never come within the comprehension of pure-minded girls. As to her work, she was fast losing all interest in, indeed all capacity for, that, and it was whispered among her superiors that but for her utterly friendless condition it would be expedient to supply her place in the mill with some more profitable work-woman. "Miss Eunice," said Katie, at the next Wednesday afternoon meeting, "is it wicked to read novels?" "What a wholesale question," said Miss Eunice. "It is not _wicked_ exactly to do a great many things which it would be better on the whole to let alone--tipping one's chair up on two legs, for instance." Katie blushed, righted her chair, and said: "I mean wrong; is it wrong to read novels?" "Not all novels, certainly; that is, not all _fiction_. The best writers of our day throw their thoughts into that form, and our knowledge of history, philosophy, science, and character comes largely from this source. Our Saviour sanctified fiction by giving his highest and deepest lessons to his disciples in parables. If you mean that kind of novels, read in moderation, I should decidedly say no." "She means dime novels," said one of the girls. "Oh, 'Headless Horsemen' and 'Midnight Mysteries,' fascinating maidens carried off by desperate ruffians. I am thankful to say that I have no personal acquaintance with that sort of thing; but, girls, let me ask you a few questions. May I?" "First, let all who read, or ever have read, what are called 'sensation stories' raise their hands." A great many hands went up--more than the questioner liked to see. "How many find such books help them in their work, make the factory seem pleasanter, and themselves more contented?" Not a hand was raised, and the girl who had spoken before said:-- "I never can work half as well in the morning when I have been reading stories at night. I hate the sight of the factory, and wish I was a princess, or a splendidly dressed young lady with oceans of gold and jewels, like those in the books." "Another question: Do books of this kind help you to pray, make the Bible more interesting, and incline you to loving service for the Saviour who has died that you might be saved?" No one answered. The girls looked both surprised and shocked, and Miss Eunice continued:--