Walter made no reply, but pressed Charlie’s hand.
“And you love me?”
“I do, Mr. Bell, with all my heart and soul.”
“Then how can you help loving God, who made everything and everybody that you love and admire?”
“I know I ought.”
“Perhaps you don’t like to have me talk to you in this way.”
“Yes, sir, I do; I could hear you talk forever.”
“Walter, I don’t believe there was ever a boy in the world had more friends than you have.”
“That is just what I was thinking myself, this very afternoon, when all the boys and girls came round me at the catechising, and seemed sorry to have me go away.”