_Carry._ “I walked and walked, and I ran some of the way, and I called ‘Mother,’ and ‘Mary.’ I was afraid. When I walked a little farther, I got to the play-woods, and then I saw the tool-house where we keep our playthings. And then I was glad, and I knew I was almost here.” _Mary._ “Does my little Carry think she has suffered enough to make her remember that she should not stop by the way coming to school? You know, Carry, the rule is, that the scholars must not stop on their way to school, nor when they are returning, without leave from their parents, or from me.” _Carry._ “I forgot that.” Carry was a very affectionate little girl, and she put her arms round Mary’s neck, and said, “Will you kiss me now, Mary, and forgive me?” Mary kissed Carry, and said, “I will forgive you, dear, but do you not know that when we do wrong, even in a very little thing, we must ask our Heavenly Father to forgive us? Whenever you do wrong, a stain is left upon your soul—upon that part of you which lives for ever and ever. God’s good spirit within you makes you sensible of this stain; makes you feel that all is not right with you; and then you are unhappy, uncomfortable; and you cannot feel happy again until the stain is taken away. I do not see it. I cannot take it away: but God sees it, and can take it away. And if you are really sorry and ask Him, He will take it away, and make you happy again. I will give you a little prayer to learn; and before you lie down in your bed to-night, think over what you have been doing to-day. You must try to ask your Heavenly Father’s forgiveness before you go to sleep, and then you can repeat these verses.” “Will you say the little prayer to me, Mary?” “Yes.” Heavenly Father! I am little, And I often go astray; Wilt Thou love me, and forgive me, When I do not keep thy way? I have read about Thy mercy, In the Holy Bible shown; Wilt Thou bring me to my Saviour, For I cannot come alone? He once took up little children, And they leaned upon His arm, And I want Him to take me up, So that I’ll be safe from harm. Then Mary lent Carry the little book which had the prayer in it, and she told her she might take it home with her. “There is one thing more, I wish to say to you, Carry. I wish you to try to think about what you are told to do. What shall I do to make my little Carry remember?” _Carry._ “Don’t call me careless Carry, will you?” _Mary._ “Does any one call you so?” _Carry._ “Yes! And I do not like to be called careless Carry.” _Mary._ “Suppose you try not to deserve the name.” _Carry._ “How shall I try, Mary?” _Mary._ “I will help you.” _Carry._ “Shall we begin now?”