"A boy that lives with us. He was just as lame, and limped way over when he walked. Now he is as straight as I am. All the sick people where I lived went to Him, and they got well."
Joseph shook his head. "Lepers can't be cured. Can they, Seth?" he asked, appealing to the servant.
"No, lepers are just the same as dead," answered Seth. "There's no help for them."
Jesse was in a very uncomfortable frame of mind, as, hot and dusty, he left his companion and dragged home at a snail's pace.
Next morning Joseph was waiting for him out in front. "Well, did she whip you?" he asked, with embarrassing frankness.
"No," said Jesse, a little sheepishly. "She put me to bed just as soon as I had eaten my dinner, and made me stay there till this morning."
CHAPTER XIII.
