"I suppose that will be his sister," said the doctor, turning kindly to Priscilla.
But the child, who was conscious now, shook his head and said—
"No, not Prissy. Prissy always say, 'Go 'way, I'se busy.'"
Poor Priscilla! For one moment she caught her father's eye fixed on her, now not so much in anger as in disappointment and grief. And without saying a word, she went to her own room and threw herself on her bed in an agony of tears. But they were more tears of shame than of anything else; and her cry was:
"Mother! mother! I've gone all wrong since you left me, and poor Claude's accident is my fault—mine only."
I think when the angels heard that cry they were glad. The first step to betterness is, they know, when a soul acknowledges it has sinned. And ere Prissy went to bed that night, after kissing Claude, she sat a while and thought about the kingdom of God and the work she had to do. Then the conviction flashed on her mind that she herself had never yet taken the first step into that kingdom of which it is written:
"Unless ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter therein."
[CHAPTER VII.]
THE TURNING-POINT.
"The blessing fell upon her soul:
Her angel by her side
Know that the hour of peace was come;
Her soul was purified."