"No," said Kitty, "she don't." "If I were you, I'd tell her." "Oh, Tip, I can't! She never looks at me without scolding me; I can't talk to her about this." "Yes, you can; I'd surely do it if I were you. It will be a great deal easier to try hard if mother knows you are trying." They were almost at the church door. "Kitty," said Tip suddenly, "let's pray for father to-night. I've been praying for him this long time; you help me." Step by step, God was leading Tip Lewis in the narrow way. No sooner was he seated in the bright, warm little room, and had listened to Mr. Holbrook's earnest prayer, that every Christian there might do something for Christ that night, than the struggle began: what ought he to do for Christ? People all around him were, one after another, offering prayer or saying a few words. Ought he to? Could he? Oh, he couldn't! Who would want to listen to him? It wouldn't do any good. There was Mr. Burrows right in front of him; he would be ashamed of him, perhaps. Yes, but then, ought he not to own his Saviour? Mr. Holbrook had spoken of the verse, "Whosoever will deny me before men," and had made the meaning very plain. Mr. Minturn had just prayed that no one there might be ashamed of Christ. The end of it all was, that Tip slipped off his seat down on his knees, and said, "Our Father which art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Show me how to pray. I don't want to deny Christ. I want to love Him. I want the boys in our school, and my father, and everybody to love Him. I'll try to work for Jesus. I'll try to work for Him. Help me every day, and forgive my sins for Jesus' sake. Amen." Tip had never felt so near to God as he did when he arose from his knees. Mr. Holbrook's voice trembled with feeling, when, soon after, he prayed for the young disciple who had early taken up his cross. At the close of the meeting, the minister pressed his way through the little company of people who were waiting to speak with him. "Good evening, all," he said hurriedly. "Excuse me to-night, brother," to Mr. Minturn, who would have stopped him any way; "I want to speak to some people before they get away from me;" and those who watched, saw him hurry on until he overtook Tip Lewis and his sister. "Good evening, Edward. This is Kitty, I think. How do you do, my little girl? Edward, do you know such a Bible verse as this: 'I love the Lord, because He has heard my voice and my supplication'?" "No, sir," answered Tip eagerly; "_is_ there such a verse?" "Yes, somewhere in the Psalms you will find it. I don't remember just where. Can you feel the truth of it when you think of your sister?" "Yes, sir, I _can_. God _did_ hear me." "And you think you love Jesus to-night, Kitty?" Kitty felt a great awe for the minister, and her "Yes, sir," was low, and spoken in a timid voice. "What makes you think so?" "I--I don't know; only I pray, and He hears me, and I like to."