"That's a long time!" said Angel.
"Yes; and still He does not give up knocking. He is waiting still; waiting for you to love Him; waiting for you to let Him in."
"He must be very tired," said Angel; "I wish I knew how to let Him in."
The young lady did not answer at once; she covered her face with her hand for a minute, and was quite still.
Then she said, "Little Angel, I have been praying to Him to help me to show you how to let Him into your heart. But I think, after all, the best way will be for you to ask Him yourself. Will you ask Him now?"
"I don't know how," said Angel; "I don't know what to say."
"When you pray, little Angel, you should talk to Jesus just as you are talking to me, and ask for just what you want. Kneel down by me, and I will help you."
Little Ellie, who had been listening in silence all this time, knelt down too, whilst her sister prayed.
"O Lord Jesus, show little Angel how to open the door of her heart to Thee! Grant that she may let Thee in, and not keep Thee waiting any longer. Oh, may she indeed be saved by Thee, and love Thee with all her heart, for all that Thou hast done for her! Amen."
"And now, little Angel," said Mabel, when the children rose from their knees, "when you get home you must ask Him yourself, and remember He ever listens to every word that you say."