And old Treffy's trust was not disappointed. "None that trust in Him shall be desolate."
The clergyman's gift was not the only one they received that week. Christie had come home in the middle of the day, to see how his old master was, and was just preparing to start again on his rounds when they heard a gentle rustling of silk on the stairs, and a low knock at the door. Christie opened it quickly, and in walked little Mabel, and little Mabel's mamma. They had brought with them many little comforts for old Treffy, which Mabel had great pleasure in opening out. But they brought with them also what money cannot buy,—sweet, gentle words, and bright smiles, which cheered old Treffy's heart.
The lady sat down beside Treffy, and they talked together of Jesus. The old man loved to talk of Jesus now, for he was able to say, "He loved me, and gave Himself for me."
And the lady took a little blue Testament from her pocket, and read a chapter to Treffy. She had a sweet, clear voice, and she read so distinctly that he could understand every word.
Little Mabel sat quite still whilst her mamma was reading, then she got up, and ran across the attic.
"Here are my snowdrops," she said, with a cry of joy, as she caught sight of them in the window-sill. "Do you like them, Master Treffy?"
"Ay! little missie," said the old man, "I do indeed, and me and Christie always think of the little prayer when we look at them."
"Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow," repeated Mabel reverently. "Has He washed you, Master Treffy?"
"Yes, missie," said Treffy, "I believe He has."
"I'm so glad," said little Mabel, "then you will go to 'Home, sweet Home;' won't he, mamma?"