"Yes, I see that; but I am sure you are sorry without any further punishment. You have suffered enough, poor Evan."
"I am sorry; and though I have been very ill, do you know, Lucia, I'm really glad we were not let go in our naughtiness."
"Are you, Evan?"
"Yes, I've had time to think, and you have been so kind, and that night when my head ached so dreadfully, do you remember what you said?"
"Not exactly. I remember I sat by you and tried to comfort you."
"You said, 'Jesus says to you, Evan,—
"'"Him that cometh to Me I will in no wise cast out."'"
"I remember that," answered Lucia.
"And I thought I had never come, and I wished I had, and then all in a moment something seemed to say to me, 'Why don't you come now?' and so, Lucia, I came."
"Oh, Evan, that is worth all the accident and trouble, if it has led you to Him!"