"Jo, can you say what I say?"
"I'll say anythink as you say, sir, fur 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-coming, sir?"
"It is close at hand—HALLOWED BE THY NAME."
"Hallowed be—thy——"
The light is come upon the dark benighted way. The bewildering path is cleared of shadows at last. Jo has moved on to a home prepared by Eternal Love for such as he.