The Good Little Marie, a Sunday-school heroine of the true type,
approaches the group and, gazing heavenward, remarks that it is wicked to
play with matches. The G. L. M. is of saintly presence,—so clean and
well groomed that you feel inclined to push her into a puddle. Her hands
are not full of vulgar toys and sweetmeats, like those of the other
children, but are extended graciously as if she were in the habit of
pronouncing benedictions.