Gatty was taken by surprise. She looked up with both unwonted emotion and astonishment in her eyes.
“Mrs Dolly,” she said, with feeling, “I cannot tell, but I think ’twould be pleasant to feel like you. It sounds all real, as if you had a live friend.”
“That is just what it is, my dear Mrs Gatty. A Friend that loves me enough to count the very hairs of my head,—to whom nothing is a little matter that can concern me. And He is just as ready to be your Friend too.”
“What makes you think so, Mrs Dolly?”
“My dear, He died on purpose to save you.”
“The world, not me!” said Gatty.
“If there had been no world but you,” was the answer, “He would have thought it worth while.”
Gatty’s answer was not immediate. When it came, it was—
“What does He want me to do?”
“He wants you to give Him your heart,” said the old lady. “Do that first, and you will very soon find out how to give Him your hands and your head.”