"Have you the little brown book with you now?"
"Yes, I have," was the reply. "Shall I read to you now, Johann? for Wilhelm is to come for me soon."
"Yes, read, read," he said; "for I am weary, so weary."
Frida turned quickly to the eleventh chapter of Matthew, and read distinctly in the German, which he could understand, and which she could now speak also, the words, "Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."
He stopped her there. "Read that again," he said. She complied, and then he turned to her, saying, "And Jesus, the Son of God, said that? Will He give it to me, thinkest thou?"
"Yes," she said, "He will; for He has promised to do it, and He never breaks His word."
"Well, if that be so, kneel down, pretty one, and ask Him to give it me, for I need it sorely."
Frida knelt, and in a few simple words besought the Saviour to give His rest and peace to the suffering man.
"Thanks, little Frida," he said as she rose. "I believe that prayer will be answered." And shutting his eyes he fell quietly asleep, and Frida slipped out of the room and joined Wilhelm in the Forest.
"Is little Anna so very ill?" she queried as they walked.