"He was very sorry. It almost killed him. He would gladly have worked to give the money back but he could not earn so much. He saw how foolish and wicked he had been to think himself so strong and trustworthy and good when he was so weak. And when he saw how wicked he was he fell down before God and asked God to forgive him. His life was spoiled, he could not be happy in this world; but, as God forgave him, he could begin again and be honest and trustworthy, and be happy in Heaven because he was a great sinner and Christ had died for him."
"Did his sins hurt Christ?" Prue asked.
"Yes."
"I'm sorry he hurt Christ," said Prue sorrowfully.
"He was sorry, too."
"Is that all?"
"Yes, he died, and we hope he is in Heaven tonight, praising God for saving sinners."
"I don't think that is such a sad story. It would be sad if God never did forgive him. It was bad to be in prison, but he got out and wasn't wicked any more. Did you ever see him, Aunt Prue?"
"Yes, dear, many times."
"Did you love him?"