"My little prayer, Mr. Solemn."
"Yes, my dear—yes, Dot; I've said it many a time, and, what's more, my dear, I'm an old sinner, but I do believe the Lord's heard me, and done it for me; I do believe He has."
"I'm so glad," said little Dot; and she smiled as she said it.
He stayed with her till it was quite late, and when he was coming away she said wearily—
"I'm so tired, Mr. Solemn."
"Are you, my dear?" said the old man.
"Please, Mr. Solemn, say my little prayer for me to-night."
Solomon knelt down by the side of the bed. Dot's father and mother knelt beside him, and little Dot clasped her hands and shut her eyes, whilst the old man prayed in a trembling voice—
"Lord, dear Lord, wash us all to-night, and we shall be whiter than snow. Wash me, and little Dot, and Dot's father and mother, for Jesus Christ's sake. Amen."
Then he kissed Dot, and came away with a troubled heart.