"What are you thinking of, my pet?" he asked at last, laying down the book.
"I was thinking how you could be so brave when you didn't love Him," she said "Didn't it make you afraid when you was in a danger?"
"No," he said; "I hadn't even faith enough to be afraid."
"And that night didn't you feel afraid you wouldn't go to heaven when you died?"
"The thought would come sometimes, Bessie, but I put it from me, as I had done all my life. I tried to think only of home and Marion and my sister. Will you say that hymn again for me, Bessie?"
"Shall I say, 'I need thee, precious Jesus'?" she asked, after she had again repeated, "I was a wandering sheep;" "I think you do need our precious Jesus."
"Yes," he said, and she said for him, "I need thee, precious Jesus."
"Shall I ask papa to come and see you, and tell you about Jesus?" she said, when her father and mother stopped for her on their way from church. "I am so little, I don't know much, but he knows a great deal."
"No, dear, I want no better teacher than I have had," said Colonel Rush.
"Who?" asked Bessie.