"Yes, he could not move any better than I can," the boy replied. "His friends carried him on his bed to Jesus. Oh, Nelly! how I wish Jesus were on the earth now, for then perhaps He would make me whole. Though I might not be able to get to Him, after all."
"We would carry you to Him, if we possibly could, Jerry," said his sister.
"Yes, I know you would," he replied, with a smile; "but it's of no use thinking of it. Yet when I feel so weary of lying here, I do wish I might be made whole as those people were. I suppose God could make me well now if He liked—couldn't He, Nelly? Do you think, if I prayed very hard to Him, He would?"
"I don't know," replied Ellen doubtfully; "but I think I should try if I were you, Jerry."
The boy lay silent for a while, his contracted brow showing that he was engaged in earnest thought.
Presently, he roused himself and said, "You will go to-night, Nelly?"
"Yes, Jerry," Ellen replied.
"And you will tell me all about it when you come back?"
"Yes, I'll be sure to, Jerry."