"'Guide me with Thy counsel, an' afterward receive me to glory.'
"Why, what matters a garret an' a scrap o' dry bread a little longer? There's Heaven waitin' for me, an' angels' food. Maybe if I'd more, I'd love this world too much. I don't love it now. It's Heaven I wants. Maybe then it'd be earth I'd want."
"It's some'at nice on earth I want," said Hor.
"An' ye might have it, if ye'd take it. Some'at nice! What's nicer than to have the Lord smilin' down on ye from heaven, an' helping you with His strong arm, an' givin' ye peace an' joy in your heart? How's it all to be got, Ailie?"
Ailie thought a moment, and said—"Ain't it by believin' Him, gran'father?"
"Sure enough, deary. Believin' and obeyin' the Lord who died for us on the Cross. He loved ye, lad—loved ye so as to die a bitter and painful death for your sake. An' He tells ye to seek Him, an' call to Him, an' do His commands, an' while ye won't do that, an' haven't a thought o' gratitude in your heart for all He's done for ye, ye'll sit there grumblin' because He don't give ye everything ye'd like. Do ye deserve to have it, boy?"
The solemn question met with no response from Hor. Little as he knew of himself, he at least knew so much that he could not answer in the affirmative.
