The boy was raised, and the pen being held in his almost nerveless fingers, he scrawled a cross.
"Tell Ally to come," he said, as they laid him down. Alice came, and knelt by him. He was happy now. The false evidence he had given seemed to him the only good thing he had ever done.
"It's all right, Ally," he gasped. She had to place her ear to his lips to catch his words. "You won't have no more trouble. I've never been no good all my life till now. I want to kiss Little Peter."
Little Peter was brought to him. "Poor Little Peter!" he said. "I'm goin' away, and before I go I want you to promise to be moral. You won't be no good unless you're moral. Say you'll be moral, Little Peter."
"I'll be moral," said Little Peter, mechanically.
Grif gazed at the lad lovingly, kissed him, and turned again to Alice.
"Ally, dear, you said there was another world. There is, isn't there?"
"Yes, Grif. You are going there, now."
"Shall I see you there, by-and-by?"
"We shall meet there, dear Grif," she answered, keeping back her tears.