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"Is he a good boy?"
"No, sir."
"Well, that's plain! What are you talking about, then?"
"I want you to make him a good boy, sir."
"Humph! that's an idea. I can't make boys over new. Is he honest?"
"No, sir, I don't think he is very,--not what you mean by honest; but his
mother is dead, and he hasn't any friends; he goes with a miserable set
of fellows, and he'll get worse than he is in no time if he stays there."
"And the whole of it is, you think it's my duty to let him come, and try
to save, him! Suppose I should, what would you do for your share?"
"I'd try, too."
"How?"
"Why, I'd try to get him to do right."
"Suppose he should try to get you to do wrong?"
"He couldn't!" said Edward positively.
"How did you find that out?"
"Because I should pray for myself every day, and for Bob too; and God
hears prayer."
"Yes, but God's people sometimes get very far away from Him; if this Bob
should lead _you_ astray, I'd be sorry I ever heard of him."
"I don't feel much afraid," Edward said, speaking this time in a more
quiet, less positive tone, "for I never go wrong when I pray often; pray
about everything that comes up, you know, and mean what I pray for.
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