'Then how can we get to heaven?'
'Because Jesus died for us.'
'Yes, He died to let you go to heaven, Betty; He did it all, and you have nothing to do with it. If you let Jesus take your little heart and wash it in His blood, nothing will ever keep you out of heaven.'
'But if I'm naughty?' asked Betty. 'I've asked God so often to give me a new heart and wash me in Jesus' blood, and sometimes I think He has done it; but then I'm always getting into mischief, and nurse says it's only the good children go to heaven.'
'I think Jesus will teach you to be good, if you ask Him, and you mustn't expect to be quite good all at once; always go to Him when you've been naughty, and tell Him about it, and ask Him to help you to be good. He loves you, Betty, and He will always listen to you and answer your prayers.'
Betty's blue eyes were looking intently at the speaker; and her little lips took a resolute curve.
'I will be good,' she said; 'I do love Jesus, and I'll ask Him all day long to keep me from being naughty.'
Then after a pause she said,—
'Have you gone through tribulation?'
'I have had a great deal of trouble.' And a sad look came over Nesta's face.