We lived
near by, and were always together, and then I was as full of pranks as he
was, I suppose. But he was a regular tyrant over the rest of the boys;
they were more than half afraid of him; I don't know but what I was
myself. Anyhow, I know I've thought I'd have been different, maybe, if I
hadn't followed him so close in all his scrapes."
"Father, did you know Mr. Bailey was different now?"
"Different--how? What do you mean?"
"Why, he comes to prayer-meeting, and speaks and prays, and seems
to love to."
"The mischief he does!" said Mr. Lewis, surprised out of his usual quiet
tone. "I should think he _was_ different. Why, he used to make great fun
of all such things."
"Yes, that's what he says; but I tell you he don't make fun now."
"When did all that happen?"
"A few weeks ago, when the revival was, you know. He got up one night and
asked them to pray for him, and now he almost always speaks or prays in
the meetings."
"Well," said Mr. Lewis, after a pause, and with a little sigh, "I'm
sure I ain't sorry.
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