For he could see that it was a lady 's room by the dresses which lay about . The other picture was that of a man nailed to a cross , which surprised Tom much . He fancied that he had seen something like it in a shop-window . But why was it there ? `` Poor man , '' thought Tom , `` and he looks so kind and quiet . But why should the lady have such a sad picture as that in her room ? Perhaps it was some kinsman of hers , who had been murdered by the savages in foreign parts , and she kept it there for a remembrance . '' And Tom felt sad , and awed , and turned to look at something else . The next thing he saw , and that too puzzled him , was a washing - stand , with ewers and basins , and soap and brushes , and towels , and a large bath full of clean water -- what a heap of things all for washing ! `` She must be a very dirty lady , '' thought Tom , `` by my master 's rule , to want as much scrubbing as all that . But she must be very cunning to put the dirt out of the way so well afterwards , for I do n't see a speck about the room , not even on the very towels . '' And then , looking toward the bed , he saw that dirty lady , and held his breath with astonishment . Under the snow-white coverlet , upon the snow-white pillow , lay the most beautiful little girl that Tom had ever seen . Her cheeks were almost as white as the pillow , and her hair was like threads of gold spread all about over the bed . She might have been as old as Tom , or maybe a year or two older ; but Tom did not think of that . He thought only of her delicate skin and golden hair , and wondered whether she was a real live person , or one of the wax dolls he had seen in the shops . But when he saw her breathe , he made up his mind that she was alive , and stood staring at her , as if she had been an angel out of heaven . No . She can not be dirty . She never could have been dirty , thought Tom to himself .
And then he thought , `` And are all people XXXXX that when they are washed ? ''
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