‘Oi tried ‘ard. Oi wanted to win,’ he struggled to say. By this time Craig was master of himself, and he answered in a clear, distinct voice—
‘Listen, Billy! You made a great fight, and you are going to win yet. And besides, do you remember the sheep that got lost over the mountains?’—this parable was Billy’s special delight—‘He didn’t beat it when He got it, did he? He took it in His arms and carried it home. And so He will you.’
And Billy, keeping his eyes fastened on Mr. Craig, simply said—
‘Will ‘E?’
‘Sure!’ said Craig.
‘Will ‘E?’ he repeated, turning his eyes upon Mrs. Mavor.
‘Why, yes, Billy,’ she answered cheerily, though the tears were streaming from her eyes. ‘I would, and He loves you far more.’
He looked at her, smiled, and closed his eyes. I put my hand on his heart; it was fluttering feebly. Again a troubled look passed over his face.
‘My—poor—hold—mother,’ he whispered, ‘she’s—hin—the—wukus.’
‘I shall take care of her, Billy,’ said Mrs. Mavor, in a clear voice, and again Billy smiled. Then he turned his eyes to Mr. Craig, and from him to Geordie, and at last to Mrs. Mavor, where they rested. She bent over and kissed him twice on the forehead.