Fleda was much gratified, and immediately with great satisfaction repeated the hymn. Its peculiar beauty struck him yet more the second time than the first.
"Do you understand those two last verses?" said he, when she had done.
Fleda said "Yes!" rather surprised.
"I do not," he said, gravely.
Fleda paused a minute or two, and then finding that it depended on her to enlighten him, said in her modest way,
"Why, it means that we have no goodness of our own, and only expect to be forgiven, and taken to heaven, for the Saviour's sake."
Mr. Carleton asked, "How for his sake?"
"Why, you know, Mr. Carleton, we don't deserve to go there, and if we are forgiven at all, it must be for what He has done."
"And what is that, Elfie?"
"He died for us," said Fleda, with a look of some anxiety into
Mr. Carleton's face.