But the greatest trouble of all to Susie was the different way in which she spent Sunday. She missed her mother more on that day than any other; for poor as Mrs. Sanders had been, she had always contrived to go to church and take Susie with her, until she came to Fisher's Lane, and was unable to go out on account of illness. Elfie, however, had no other idea of Sunday than of a day to play more and eat less; for as there were no steps to clean nor baskets to mind, and very little refuse to be found about the market, she generally lay down to sleep, feeling very hungry on Sunday night. Susie always folded up her work and put it away early on Saturday, that she might have time to clean the room, just as her mother had done. And so Elfie, finding her companion was not going to do any needlework on Sunday, persuaded her to come out to play; and for the sake of pleasing her Susie went. But the rough, noisy games of Elfie's companions, Susie could not enjoy, and she was glad to sit down in a quiet corner and think of her mother and the bright home she had gone to. Then she thought of their walks to church, and what she heard there, and how grieved her mother would be if she could see her now playing with these children, until she felt strongly inclined to run off to church now if only she knew her way. She resolved not to go out to play again on Sunday; and when the next came round, she said, "Do you know your way to church, Elfie?" "To church!" repeated Elfie. "They won't let us play there." "No, I don't want to play," said Susie, looking down at her shabby frock, and wondering whether that was fit to go to church in. "I want to do as mother did, and she always went to church on Sundays." Elfie looked puzzled. "Church ain't for poor people like us," she said. "Oh yes, it is. Mother used to say she could never bear the trouble at all, if she could not go to church and get some help from God for it on Sundays." "Eh? It's all along of the tables and chairs, and sleeping in beds, I suppose," said Elfie, a little disdainfully. "Church has nothing to do with tables and chairs," said Susie. "We go there to hear about God and the Lord Jesus Christ." "Well, there ain't no God for poor people that don't have tables and chairs," said Elfie. "O Elfie, don't say that; God loves you, and wants you to know and love him." "What! Wants me to go to church?" asked Elfie. Susie nodded. "Come with me, will you?" she said eagerly. Elfie laughed. "Catch me trying it, won't you; and there's a policeman walking up and down in front all the time." "But the policeman is not there to keep people from going in," said Susie. "What does he walk up and down there for, then?" asked Elfie quickly. Susie could not answer this question, but she said, "Well, I know he don't keep people out."