“I am sorry you do not pray to him,” resumed the teacher. “He made you, and he gives you every good thing you receive, and when you do wrong, he is grieved. I should think you would thank him every day for the blessings he gives, and ask him for those things you need; and when you displease him, I wonder how you can help asking him to forgive you, and to keep you from falling into sin again. Will you join with me, now, in seeking his forgiveness?”
Lewis bowed assent, and knelt down with his teacher, who offered a brief and fervent prayer in his behalf, that his sins might be truly repented of and forgiven, and that he might be kept from transgression hereafter. She then urged him to seek the divine forgiveness, in secret prayer at home, and with a kindly good-night, they separated.
Lewis went directly to Mrs. Page’s, where he found Ronald, in company with the other children. After a little while, he managed to draw him aside, saying—
“Come out this way, Ronald—I’ve got something to tell you.”
“Well, tell away,” replied Ronald.
“You know the teacher found some blots on my writing-book, this afternoon?”
“Yes—how came they there?”
“I blotted it myself.”
“You did? Then you told a whopper.”
“I did it purposely, too.”