"Oh, very! But after a few times (and papa took me at first to the very old or very young) I got used to it, and it helped me to remember it was God's message which He wished me to give."
"I wish I could," said Christina thoughtfully; then turning to Walter, "You have made me wish to set to work too. I thought, till I met you all, that I had only to bear; but I think differently now."
Walter looked at her earnestly with a sudden joy in his face, and Christina went on—
"But what do you sing, Nellie?"
"I sing ever so many—'The Ninety and Nine,' 'The Great Physician,' 'There is Life for a Look at the Crucified One,' and many more out of the same book."
"I must get it and begin."
"Do," said Nellie. "You cannot think, Christina, how nice it is to hear perhaps that the last words a dying man said were, 'There is Life for a Look at the Crucified One.'"
"Indeed it must be," said Christina earnestly.
This had been some of their conversation that evening; and now that Nellie and Walter had found a quiet, sheltered nook in the old rick-yard, where the moon could pour down her beams upon them, the talk of the sunset came up before both their minds. Walter was unusually silent, and Nellie allowed him to do as he pleased, quite satisfied that her hand was in his, and that they were together.
"It is almost ten," said Walter, at length rousing himself, "and we shall hear mamma's bell in a minute."