Kitty was stirring the pudding for supper when he saw her again,—stirring away hard at the heavy mass, which grew thicker and harder to stir every moment. He went over to her.
"Kitty, let me do this;" and she gave up the pudding-stick. Tip stirred away.
By and by she leaned over the kettle to put in some salt, and as she sprinkled it around she caught his eager, longing look. She nodded her head. "I guess He heard," she said softly.
"I know He did," Tip answered, his eyes very blight; in his heart he sang "Glory!" And the angels in heaven sang for joy; for that night there had been laid aside a white robe and a crown of gold for Kitty Lewis.
CHAPTER XVI.
"Whosoever therefore shall confess Me before men, him will I confess also before My Father which is in heaven."
Tip was very undecided what to do. He went out on the steps and looked about him in the moonlight; then he came in and took a long look out of the window. At last the question, whatever it was, seemed to be settled. He turned with a resolute air to Kitty who was washing the tea-dishes.
"Kitty, don't you want to go to prayer-meeting up at the church?"
Kitty dropped her cup back into the dish-pan and stood looking at him, a good deal surprised. At last she said,—