"And so He was," said Job. "Nailed up on a Cross, for you an' me, Ailie. Why, He's the very same Good Shepherd I was tellin' ye of yesterday."
"Is he?" said Ailie.
"An' the same I call the Master. That's one o' His Names. He's the Son of God, who came down from heaven to die for the world. Didn't your father know nought 'o that?"
"Maybe he knowed more than me," said Ailie. "What was it the thief said?"
"He said, 'Lord, remember me when Thou comest into Thy kingdom.'"
"That's it," said Ailie. "Only Mrs. Forsyth had forgot the end. An' was he remembered?"
"The thief? Didn't the Lord say to him, 'To-day shalt thou be with Me in Paradise'? That's heaven."
"No, but I means father," said Ailie. "Maybe he wasn't remembered?"
"Nobody knocks an' doesn't get a answer," said Job. "What was it he did, deary?"
"He wanted to be remembered," said Ailie. "An' we didn't know how to ask, an' there was no one to tell. But father told me, an' I said, 'Please remember father'; an' father, he asked too,—and we thought—maybe—"