child know him until he spoke. Then a cry of pleasure broke from the
baby's lips, and he ran to the arms reached out to clasp him.

"We'll go home now," he said, as if anxious to regain possession of the
child.

"Not back to Grubb's court," was answered by Mr. Paulding. "If you are
going to be a new man, you must have a new and better home, and I've
found one for you just a little way from here. It's a nice clean room,
and I'll take you there. The rent is six dollars a month, but you can
easily pay that when you get fairly to work."

The room was in the second story of a small house, better kept than most
of its neighbors, and contained a comfortable bed, with other needed
furniture, scanty, but clean and good. It was to Mr. Hall like the
chamber of a prince compared with what he had known for a long time; and
as he looked around him and comprehended something of the blessed change
that was coming over his life, tears filled his eyes.

"Bring Andy around in the morning," said the missionary as he turned to
go. "Mrs. Paulding will take good care of him."

That night, after undressing the child and putting on him the clean
night-gown which good Mrs. Paulding had not forgotten, he said,

"And now Andy will say his prayers."

Andy looked at him with wide-open, questioning eyes. Mr. Hall saw that
he was not understood.

"You know, 'Now I lay me'?" he said.

"No, don't know it," replied Andy.

"'Our Father,' then?"

The child knit his brow. It was plain that he did not understand what
his good friend meant.

"You've said your prayers?"

Andy shook his head in a bewildered way.

"Never said your prayers!" exclaimed Mr. Hall, in a voice so full of
surprise and pain that Andy grew half frightened.

"Poor baby!" was said, pityingly, a moment after. Then the question,
"Wouldn't you like to say your prayers?" brought the quick answer,
"Yes."

"Kneel down, then, right here." Andy knelt, looking up almost
wonderingly into the face that bent over him.

"We have a good Father in heaven," said Mr. Hall, with tender reverence
in his tone, pointing upward as he spoke, "He loves us and takes care of
us. He brought you to me, and told me to love you and take care of you
for him, and I'm going to do it. Now, I want you to say a little prayer
to this good and kind Father before you go to bed. Will you?"

"Yes, I will," came the ready answer.

"Say it over after me. 'Now I lay me down to sleep.'"

Andy repeated the w