"O Mr. Richmond," she said, "I don't know how!"
"Don't know how to give yourself to Jesus? Do it in your heart, Tilly. He is there. Tell Him He may have you for His own child. He is at the door of your heart knocking; open the door and bid Him come in. He will make it a glad place if you do."
"Mr. Richmond," said the child, with great difficulty between her sobs—"won't you tell Him that I will?"
They kneeled down and the minister made a short prayer. But then he said—
"Now, Tilly, I want you to tell the Lord yourself."
"I can't, Mr. Richmond."
"I think you can. And I want you to try."
They waited and waited. Tilly sobbed softly, but the minister waited still. At last Tilly's tears ceased; then with her little hands spread before her face, she said very slowly—
"O Lord, I am a naughty child. I want to be good. I will do everything that you tell me. Please take my heart and make it all new, and help me to be strong and do right. Amen."
They rose up, but Mr. Richmond kept the child within his arm, where she had been standing.