D. Don’t cry, my little fellow; what is the matter, now?
C. It was I, it was I, that left the window open! mother told me to shut it, and I was hunting for my cap and forgot all about it.
D. Well, that was wrong; but hush up; if your mother hears you sobbing so bitterly she will feel much worse. It was a pity you forgot the window.
C. O, my poor little sister! will you cure her? you can cure her sir, can’t you sir?
D. I will try, but God must help us.
C. And won’t he help you? do you think he will make Susan die?
D. I cannot tell, indeed; but you must ask him to make her well.
C. How can I ask him?
D. In your prayers; do you not say your prayers every night?
C. Yes, the Lord’s prayer, and two other prayers; but there is nothing in them about Susan’s being sick.