"That will do, Treffy," said the clergyman; "he can't answer that. And remember, the Lord wishes you to _know_ you are forgiven, not to _feel_ you are forgiven. There is a difference between feeling and knowing. You _knew_ you had taken my gift, and you did not know what I meant when I asked you if you _felt_ I had given it to you. It is the same with the Lord's gift, Treffy. Your _feelings_ have nothing to do with your safety, but your _faith_ has a great deal to do with it. Have you taken the Lord at His word? Have you trusted Him? That is the question." "Yes, sir," said Treffy, "I have." "Then you _know_ you are forgiven," said the clergyman, with a smile. "Yes, sir," said Treffy, brightly, "I can trust Him now." Then Christie walked up to Treffy, and put the bunch of white snowdrops in his hand. "Miss Mabel gave me them," he said, "and she said I was to say a little prayer whenever I looked at them: 'Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.'" "Whiter than snow," repeated the clergyman; "whiter than snow; Treffy! that is a sweet word, is it not?" "Yes," said old Treffy, earnestly, as he looked at the flowers, "whiter than snow, washed white in the blood of Jesus." Then the clergyman took his leave, but, as he was crossing the court, he heard Christie running after him. He had a few of the lovely snowdrops and a sprig of the dark myrtle in his hand. "Please, sir," said Christie, "would you like a few of them?" "Thank you, my boy," said the clergyman, "I should indeed." He carried the snowdrops carefully home, and they taught him a lesson of faith. The seed he had sown in the mission-room had not been lost. Already two poor sin-stained souls had come to the fountain, and had been washed whiter than snow. The old man and the little boy had taken the Lord at His word, and had found the only way into the bright city, into "Home, sweet Home." God had been very good to him in letting him know this. Surely, he would trust in the future. CHAPTER VIII. MADE MEET FOR HOME. How different everything seemed to Treffy after his doubts and fears had been removed! The very attic seemed full of sunshine, and old Treffy's heart was full of brightness. He was forgiven, and he knew it. And, as a forgiven child, he could look up into his Father's face with a smile.