"
"I want to--I want to!" sobbed Kitty; "I would if I knew how."
Tip's heart gave a bound of joy--a surprised bound, too; he had not
expected it so soon.
"It's easy, Kitty, it is, truly, if you only just ask God to do it. You
see He can hear every word you say; He hears you now, but He wants you to
ask Him about it. Say, Kitty, I'll go off and leave you,--I'll go where I
can't see nor hear you,--then you kneel down and tell Jesus about it, and
He'll help you."
"Stop!" said Kitty, as Tip was turning away; "wait! I don't know
what to say."
"Why, just _tell_ Him, just as you did me, and ask Him to help you. You
see, Kitty, you can't do a thing without that; He's got to look after you
every single minute, or it's nothing at all."
Tip went away, and Kitty was left alone,--alone in the spot where her
brother had first found the Saviour. She felt very strangely; she had
been left there alone to offer her first prayer.
Kitty had never been taught to kneel down by her bedside every evening,
and repeat "Our Father;" it was all new and strange to her.
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