"We wos sweethearts. I liked little Prue."
"Try and remember where she lives, Billy."
"Is that you speaking, Mr. Gran?"
"Yes, my boy. Do you understand what I say?"
"I don' know. 'Now you go away and pray as 'ard as ever yer can,' the old woman ses, and I goes away and tosses up for it. 'Eads, salwation; tails, t'other. And down it comes--tails. Just like my luck. But there's something I _do_ want to pray for! It's all I can do for 'im, and he ses Gawd'll 'ear a pore boy. So 'ere goes. Where's my ha'penny to toss with? No, I don't mean that. I mean Gawd, are yer listenin'?"
"Say your prayer, Billy," whispered Grantham, seeing that the lad's last moments had come; "God is listening to you."
"O Lawd Gawd!" prayed Billy, pausing painfully between each word; "give Mr. Gran all he wants, and a bit over. Look out! I am going to turn the corner."
A few moments afterward Billy had turned the corner, and was traveling on the road of Eternity, with angels smiling on him.