the child!" she said, looking at Bob. "What on earth does he mean?"

"'Ain't you ever 'eerd about 'im?" asked Bob, looking very disappointed.
"We've bin to a place where a lot o' children were singing about 'Suffer
little children,' and then a man talked about one as was called Jesus, and
'e said 'e wanted all little boys like Willie an' me to be good so's we
could go and live with 'im some day; and Willie and me wants to find the
way, and now you can't 'elp us!" sadly and wistfully.

"No, child," she said huskily, "I'm afraid I can't. Be quick and get your
suppers, for it's awful late, an' that little 'un ought to be in bed."

"Bob," whispered Willie, "yer'll speak to Jesus afore we go to bed,
won't yer? The lady said 'e would 'ear."

So the two little waifs knelt in their corner with their eyes tightly shut,
and Bob prayed in a low voice---

"Please, Sir, me an' Willie wants to find Yer. Make us good boys,
an' show us the way."

"Say 'men, Bob," said Willie, "like the lady did."

And Bob said "'men."

CHAPTER IV

A VISITOR FOR WILLIE

What made Mrs. Blair sit up late that night, watching the fire, instead of
going to bed quickly as she usually did? Willie's question had taken her
back in thought to the time when she was a little girl. She remembered the
lovely village where she was born; she fancied herself a girl again,
running about the sweet-scented lanes and the green fields. She could see
the honeysuckle all out in bloom, as it climbed over the cottage door and
peeped in at the windows; but, most of all, she thought of her mother and
the prayer she taught her to say every night as she knelt at her knee.
But her mother was dead, and she had not been near the village for many
years. In that time she had forgotten all the lessons her mother had tried
to teach her, and now when little Willie wanted her to show him the way to
Jesus she was not able to do so. It was many years since she had taken the
name of Jesus upon her lips. She had been a hard-working woman all her
life, and she had no time to think about Him. But now she wished she
had. She would have been glad if she could have told little Willie what he
wanted to know.

From this time the boys never forgot to speak to Jesus, as Willie called
it, every morning and evening. They went to the mission services regularly
every week, and Miss Elton and her brother began to take a great interest
in the children. The boys listened eagerly