"Will you take it to him, dear?"
"Shall I?"
"Yes, do, dear; don't tell anybody else, will you?"
"No, I won't; no one else shall know."
"Promise you'll take it to him yourself!"
"I promise."
"Now, my dear, I can say my prayer. I think He'll forgive me now."
"Yes," said Marjorie, as her tears fell fast, "dear Mother Hotchkiss, I know He will. 'If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins.' He is faithful, because He has promised to forgive us, and so you see, He can't say no when we ask Him; and He is just, because the Lord Jesus has been punished instead of us, and so God cannot punish us too for the same sins. Do you see?"
"Yes, my dear, thank you; I shall die happy now."
Soon after this, steps were heard on the stairs, and the old woman signalled to her to hide the box, and Marjorie slipped it under her coat just as Peggy Jones came into the room.