Before he went from under the tree that day, he prayed this prayer: "O God, teach me to believe that you will make Kitty love Jesus, and show me how to help her."
After this, of course he looked out for his chances in which to work, and of course he found them,—found one that very day. After dinner Kitty wandered off by herself. Tip watched her, and she took the road leading to the cemetery. God put it into his heart to hurry after her; so, when he came up to her, where she sat, on a large stone which she had rolled very near to Johnny's grave, his heart was beating at the thought of the great work which he had to do.
"What did you come for?" said Kitty, looking up.
Tip hesitated a minute, then told the plain truth.
"I came after you."
"I suppose I know that: you didn't come before me."
"I mean I came to see you."
"Well, look at me, then, and go off; I don't want you here."
Clearly, whatever was to be said must be said quickly, and Tip's heart was very full of its message, so his voice was tender:
"Oh, Kitty, I came to ask you if you wouldn't be a Christian. I do want it so, it seems as if I couldn't wait."