In a few moments George came in, and was received very cordially by the old gentleman. George said his father had broken one of the glasses in his specs, and as he was about the age of Mr. Jonathan, but some older, he might have a pair that he did not use, that he would lend him till he could get another pair. He said that William was coming, but he had an errand at Mr. Wood’s, and told his folks he would do the errand.
“There are glasses enough in the house. I don’t use ‘em; but I have got two pair that were my father’s. Jonathan has got two pair, and Alice has a pair that she don’t use much of any now. I was glad to see that you stopped awhile ago after meeting. I trust you have found the hope you sought then?”
“No, Mr. Whitman, I have not; there’s a thing stands right in the middle of the road, and blocks the whole road up.”
“What is that?”
“You know, I suppose, what happened at school?”
“Have you any hardness against James?”
“No, sir; and I have told the Lord I am sorry, and asked his forgiveness; but that is not satisfactory, and I don’t feel that it is any use for me to go to my Maker till I have forgiveness of James, but I don’t know how to bring it about.”
“I’ll fix it for you; it is only about half an hour to supper time; you’ll stop and take supper with us?”
“I dread to go into the house.”
“Never be afraid to do right, because you will have help. But, before you go in, I want to show you some things James has made.”