"We must, before we can go to heaven."
"Well, then, I might as well give up at once!" answered Charley, beginning to whistle.
"Oh no, Charley dear!" said Celia, so earnestly, that Charley stopped whistling, and looked up in her face. "He will help us to do right if we try. I do want you to grow up a good man, loving God and doing good to men. Won't you ask Him, Charley?"
"Well, perhaps—I'll see about it," said Charley, as his sister stroked the light hair affectionately away from his brow. "At any rate, I don't think I'll go to St. Germains just yet. You are a dear old Celestina!"
[[1]] Tennyson, "Idylls of the King"—Enid.
[[2]] The alphabet, which in the hornbooks was surmounted with a cross and the lines:
"Christ's cross be my speed
In these letters to my need."
[[3]] Heb. x. 25.
[[4]] Matt. vii. 11.
[[5]] Luke xi. 13.