“Then, Dotty, you need not be afraid. ‘If we confess our sins, God is faithful and just to forgive us.’”
“Certain true, will He, mamma?”
“Yes, dear; we may always be sure of it.”
Dotty sighed heavily.
“But you see, mamma, I knew I was doing a lie, and I did it to purpose.”
“It was a great sin, my child; mother wouldn’t say it wasn’t. But if you are sorry, and tell God so, He is so ‘faithful and just,’ that He will certainly forgive you. He says He will.”
Dotty paused a moment, while a look of relief passed over her troubled face, then whispered, brokenly,—
“O, our Father, please will you forgive me? ’Twas me did it—not Tate; and I did it to purpose; but I’m so sorry, and don’t ever mean to do it again. For Christ’s sake, Amen!”