One Sunday, late in May, her father came into her room to see her. He kissed her, and said a few words, and then went to the window and stood there looking out. Both were silent for some time, while the birds sang on.
"Father," said Nettie.
He turned instantly, and asked her what she wanted.
"Father," said Nettie, "the streets of the heavenly city are all of gold."
"Well," said he, meeting her grave eyes, "and what then, Nettie?"
"Only I was thinking, if the streets are gold, how clean must the feet be that walk on them!"
He knew what her intent eyes meant, and he sat down by her bed-side and laid his face in his hands. "I am a sinful man, Nettie!" he said.
"Father, 'this is a faithful saying, that Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners.'"
"I don't deserve He should save me, Nettie."
"Well, father, ask Him to save you, because you don't deserve it."