“I hear you, sir, in the dark, but I’m a-gropin’—a-gropin’—let me catch hold of your hand.”
“Jo, can you say what I say?”
“I’ll say anythink as you say, sir, for I knows it’s good.”
“Our Father.”
“Our Father!—yes, that’s wery good, sir.”
“Which art in Heaven.”
“Art in Heaven—is the light a-comin’, sir?”
“It is close at hand. Hallowed be thy Name!”
“Hallowed be—thy——”
The light is come upon the dark benighted way. Dead!