aster Treffy, and the clergyman's been talking to me, and
he's coming to see you; he's coming here," said Christie triumphantly.

But Treffy was longing for better news than this.

"What about 'Home, sweet Home,' Christie?" he asked.

"There _is_ a way, Master Treffy," said Christie. "You and me can't get
in with our sins, but 'The blood of Jesus Christ, God's Son, cleanseth
us from all sin.' That's in the Bible, Master Treffy, and it was the
clergyman's text."

"Tell me all about it, Christie," Treffy said, in a tremulous voice.

"There's nothing but the blood of Jesus can wash away the sin, Master
Treffy," said Christie, "and you and me have just got to go to Him and
ask Him, and He'll do it for us to-night; the clergyman said so. I've
learnt another verse of the hymn, Master Treffy," said Christie,
kneeling down beside him and repeating it reverently:--

"Saviour, I come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I pray,
Cleanse me and save me,
Cleanse me and save me,
Wash all my sins away."

Treffy repeated the words after him in a trembling voice.

"I wish He'd wash me, Christie, boy," he said.

"So He will, Master Treffy," said Christie; "He never sends anybody
away."

"Ay, but I'm an old man, Christie, and I've been a sinner all my life,
and I've done some such bad things, Christie. I never knew it till this
last week, but I know it now. It's not likely He'll ever wash my sins;
they're ever such big ones, Christie."

"Oh! but He will," said Christie, eagerly; "that's just what the
clergyman said; there's a word in the text for you, Master Treffy: 'The
blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from _all_ sin.' All sin,
all sin, Master Treffy; won't that do?"

"All sin," murmured old Treffy; "all sin! yes, Christie, I think that
_will_ do."

There was a pause after this. Christie sat still, looking into the fire.
Then he said suddenly,--

"Master Treffy, let's go right away now and ask Him."

"Ask who?" said old Treffy, "the clergyman?"

"No," said Christie, "the Lord Jesus. He's in the room,--the minister
said He was. Let's ask Him to wash you and me, just now, Master Treffy."

"Ay!" said old Treffy, "let's ask Him, Christie." So the old man and the
boy knelt down, and, with a strong realization of the Lord's near
presence, little Christie prayed:--

"O Lord Jesus, we come to Thee, me and Master Treffy: we've got lots of
sins to be washed, but the minister said you wouldn't send us