mmandments, that they may have right to
the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the City.'

'There!' said True, 'it doesn't say anything about washing, Bobby.'

Bobby looked sorely perplexed.

'Lady Is'bel teached it to me out of the Talian Bible. "Blessed are
they that wash their robes in the blood of the Lamb, that they may have
right to the tree of life, and may enter in frough the gates into the
City." That's my tex', I know it is.'

Mrs. Allonby smiled at his disconsolate face.

'It is another version, Bobby.'

'But isn't it true?' he questioned. 'You see it's so 'ticular to me,
'cause I've had my robe washed. I knows I have, and I thought I was
quite ready to go in.'

'You're quite right, darling. Listen to this verse about the City.
"There shall in no wise enter into it anything that defileth." No one
can be allowed in if they are stained with sin, no dirt, no impurity.
We must have had our hearts washed white before we can go in. Only
Jesus can do this; but we must not think that is all we have to do.
What makes our hearts dirty and black?'

'Being naughty,' said True.

'Yes. We must ask Jesus to help us do His commandments, so as to keep
our hearts clean. The two go together; and it is very important they
should. If Bobby says his heart is washed by Jesus, and then quarrels,
and loses his temper and wants his own way, I shall know something is
not right. Remember you must be washed, and you will want to be washed
every day again and again, but you must try to keep clean by doing His
commandments. Everyone you break leaves a stain upon your robe, and
grieves your Saviour.'

'Oh dear, oh dear!' sighed Bobby, 'He'll get quite tired of me, I know
He will. I think I'm much wickeder here than I was at grandmother's.'

'And I'm wickeder since you came to us,' said True, nodding her head at
him. 'You do make me so awful angry by things you say!'

Bobby looked quite crushed.

'Isn't it quite certain I'll be let inside?' he asked.

Mrs. Allonby smiled.

'Thank God you can be quite certain of that, Bobby. It doesn't depend
on what we do, but upon what Jesus did for us. Let me tell you a
little story. Two little girls were going to be taken out to tea one
afternoon with their mother. Their names were Nellie and Ada. They
were dressed in clean white frocks, and told they might walk up and
down the garden path till their mother joined them. "But don't go on
the grass,"