"Well, John dear?"
"That, though our one piece of armour will be a first-rate reminder all through this New Year, the upshot saying is this—we must take unto us the whole armour, or we shall not be able to stand!"
"Rather," corrected Agnes, earnestly, "that we may be able to stand! You are quite right, John, it is the whole armour of God which we need."
[CHAPTER XX.]
AGATHA'S STORY.
ON Christmas Day, three children were walking down the lighted streets of a dark city, and were all, from different directions, wending their way to the same place.
This place was a mission-room in one of the crowded streets near the East End.
Even though it was Christmas night, there were a few people who preferred the warm mission-room to their own homes, and these children were some of them.
One was a ragged boy who had no home.
The second was a little girl, who wandered in for the sake of the warm stove, for she was perished with cold.