"Well, never mind," replied Meg, "'tis fun rayther teaching yer, only you won't mind ef I laugh now and then; why, Faith, Jesus is h'up in Heaven now. He ha' most wonderful powers of hearing tho', and ef we speak in a whisper a'most down on earth He can tell wot we are a saying. He ain't never a living in London tho', but He's alive, and can hear what we say, fur h'all that." "And will He help us?" asked Faith; "is He real sorry fur us, and will He help us?" "Yes, He has a most desp'rate tender heart. I know as He will answer us, fur I told Him all about Charlie, and it wor arter-wards as I larned wot a deal He ha' done fur him." "What did He do, Meg?" "Why He tuk him out o' the arms o' death, and carried him straight away up to Heaven. That's wot He does to all the dead babies, He takes 'em in His arms up to Heaven. I know a hymn 'bout that, 'tis called, `Safe in the arms of Jesus.' I'll sing it fur you another time." "But I don't want Him to take Roy to Heaven," said Faith; "I want my little Roy safe back again wid me. He wanted for nothink when he wor with me. I don't wish him to be tuk so far away." "Well, we'll axe that it may be so; let's kneel down now on the grass, and I'll say the words this 'ere time, and then you'll larn how He likes to be spoke to." So the two knelt down, Faith in front of Meg, with her hand clasped in Meg's. Over the dirty thin face of the older girl there came a queer but expressive change. A look of hope and love and joy filled her dark eyes, as raising them to the blue sky overhead, she spoke. "Jesus, one of the little children as you loves so well is lost. His name is Roy, he's about two year old; he's big fur that, Jesus, and he's werry, werry purty. He ha' yaller 'air, and blue h'eyes. I'm feared as some woman ha' stole him for the sake o' his clothes, and the reward offered fur him. Please, Jesus, don't let that 'ere woman be a bit happy wid little Roy. Make her real misribble till she takes him back again. We know that there 'ere many ways that you can love him. But, Faith here, she wants him back again, so please don't let him catch no fever, and don't take him to play wid Charlie, and the other babies yet awhile." "That's all, Faith," said Meg, suddenly springing to her feet. "I think as Jesus knows werry well now wot we want, and you and me 'ull go and look fur little Roy, too, right away." CHAPTER NINE.