"What sort of a prayer would that be?"
"The right one, father; for Jesus does deserve it, and for His sake is the only way. If you deserved it, you wouldn't want Jesus; but now 'He is our peace.' Oh, father, listen, listen to what the Bible says." She had been turning the leaves of her Bible, and read low and earnestly, "'Now we are ambassadors for God, as though God did beseech you by us; we pray you, in Christ's stead, be ye reconciled to God.' Oh, father, aren't you willing to be reconciled to Him?"
"God knows I am willing!" said Mr. Mathieson.
"He is willing, I am sure," said Nettie.
There was a long silence. Mr. Mathieson never stirred. Nor Nettie hardly. The words were true of her,—"He that believeth shall not make haste." She waited, looking at him. Then he said, "What must I do, Nettie?"
"Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ."
"How, child?"
"Father, the best way is to ask Him, and He will tell you how. If you are only willing to be His servant, if you are willing to give yourself to the Lord Jesus—are you willing, father?"
"I am willing—anything!—if He will have me," said Mr. Mathieson.
"Then go, father!" said Nettie, eagerly, "go and ask Him, and He will teach you how; He will! He has promised. Go, father, and ask the Lord—will you? Go now."