Jenny: Defender of the Faith

So the Guttersnipe had been right, after all. A box on the ear would have done the girl no good, and it had been a thing between her and the sobbing, and it had come out right in the end. For which he was glad; but even more thrilling was the girl's apparent knowledge of the Scriptures. He wondered how much she knew. His mind began churning through developed doctrines, schisms, and heresies, heroes of faith, martyrs...

"Well, I had no idea..." he murmured. "What do you know? Where did you learn your faith?"

Intrigued, he moved forward, legs tucked beneath himself, and cast about without luck for a pen and something to write on while prompting with his free hand for her to talk.