God's
Spirit was at work. Having taken her to Sabbath school, having begun a
good work, he wanted it to go on. It was very hard to speak to Kitty; he
didn't know what to say; but all the way down the hill there seemed to
ring in his ears the message, "Freely ye have received, freely give."
"Kitty," he said at last, "don't you want to be a Christian?"
"I don't know what a Christian is."
"But wouldn't you like to love Jesus?"
"How do I know?" replied Kitty shortly. "I don't know anything
about Jesus."
"Oh, didn't you hear, in the lesson to-day, about how He loves everybody,
and wants everybody to love Him, and how He died so we could?"
"I don't know a thing about the lesson. I counted the buttons on Miss
Harley's dress most all the time; they went up and down the front, and up
and down the sides, and everywhere."
"Oh, but, Kitty, you surely heard the hymn,--
'Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.'"
"Yes," Kitty said; "the hymn was pretty enough, only nobody gave me a
book, and I could just hear a word now and then.
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