"Mrs. Cook got saved ter-night and Bill's comin' next, I'll bet," said Jimmie in one breath. "Yer see, we's prayin' fer him at der Mission, an' he's got ter come. Say, Dave, Floe jus' got hurted, an' I went ter see her when I heard her holler, an' she said she didn't like ter see me in such a bad house. Is that nice house bad, an' what's Floe doin' dere if it is?" "Well, the house is anything but good, Jimmie, and I wish Floe lived somewhere else. If you can go to see her I wish you would talk to her just like you did to Mrs. Cook. Tell her about, well, tell her about yer Friend, you know." "Who do yer mean? Morton?" asked Jimmie. "No, I mean the Friend you say Morton works for." "Oh, yer means Jesus," said Jimmie. "Yes, that's who I mean; she has heard of Him before, and maybe you can do her good. The poor girl has had lots of trouble and has lost heart in life. Tell her that--that Je--er--that yer Friend loves her and will fergive her all her past and--well, you can tell it better than I can." "I'll do it, yer bet," said Jimmie, "'cause Jesus loves every one of us, don't he, Dave?" "Most every one, but not all of us," said Dave. Jimmie made a dive for his Testament and turned to John 3:16; the page was so dirty and soiled from handling that it could scarcely be seen. "Der yer see that word marked wid red ink?" asked Jimmie. "Yes, I see it." "Well, what is she?" "It's 'whosoever.'" "Well, who does that mean?" "I guess it means just what it says; but you see, with me it is different. I was raised to do right; my father was a Methodist minister, and he taught me to pray and read the Bible when I was a child. I knew what was right, but with my eyes wide open I went into the most awful sin, and God can never forgive one who sins against the light." "Say, read der whole verse," said Jimmie. "I know it without reading it; I learned it at my mother's knee before I could talk plain." "Well, git busy and say it then." "God so loved the world----" "Loved der what?" asked Jimmie. "The world," said Dave. "Go on," as Dave hesitated. "That He gave His only begotten Son----" "Dat's Jesus, ain't it?" "Yes, that is who it means." "Go on," said Jimmie. "God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever----" "Who?" asked Jimmie. "Whosoever," said Dave. "Don't that mean you?" asked Jimmie. "I'm afraid not," said Dave. "Den dis is der way ter read it," said Jimmie, "'Dat whosoever, 'cept Dave Beach, kin have everlastin' life.' Not on your fottygraff; it ain't writ dat way." "Well, in another place it says that if you know to do right and do it not it's sin," said Dave. "And dat makes yer a sinner, don't it?" said Jimmie. "Yes, it does, and a bad one, too," said Dave. Jimmie put his thumb into his mouth to wet it and turned leaf after leaf. At last he said, "Read dat." Dave took the book and looked hard and long in silence. "Read her," said Jimmie.