"Yes, dear," was the answer. "He wants Willie and you too. Have you ever heard about Jesus before?" "No," was the answer. So she tried to explain in a very simple way, which both the children could understand, the sweet story of Jesus. "He is watching you, and Willie too," she said, "and He wants to help you to be good boys, so that you may grow up to be good He loves you very, very much. Will you let Him?" "I wish 'e would," said Bob. "Don't you, Willie? On'y, I don't see as 'ow I can tell 'im." "Well," was the answer, "if you kneel down, and shut your eyes, and speak to Him ever so softly, He will hear you. Listen!" And kneeling down beside the children she prayed--"Dear Jesus, these two little boys want You to help them to be good. They want to be made fit to live in Your beautiful home. Please help them. Amen." The children looked at her for a moment or two, awed by her manner. Then Bob asked-- "Did 'e 'ear yer?" "Yes, dear, He did," was the reply; "and if you talk to Him, He will hear you too. But now it is getting late and you must take this little chap home. Will you come again another night, and hear some more about Jesus?" "We'd like to, wouldn't we, Willie?" Willie nodded. He could hardly take his eyes off the beautiful face of the lady, and for once he felt too shy to say much, but when he was outside the door his tongue became unloosed. "Wasn't she a pretty lady, Bob? Shall we go and see her again?" "'Course we will," was the decided answer. "But, Willie, wouldn't yer like to go an' see that kind man wot the gent told us about?" "Yes," said Willie; "but where is 'e, Bob?" "I dunno," said Bob; "but the lady said as 'ow 'e would 'ear us if we spoke to 'im. P'raps Mrs. Blair will tell us." When the children arrived, at the house they found Mrs. Blair becoming very anxious about them, for it was not often they were so late now that the evenings were dark and cold. "Why, laddies!" she exclaimed, "I thought you were lost. Wherever 'ave you been?" "Mrs. Blair," said Willie eagerly, "can you tell us the way to Jesus?" "Bless the child!" she said, looking at Bob. "What on earth does he mean?" "'Ain't you ever 'eerd about 'im?" asked Bob, looking very disappointed. "We've bin to a place where a lot o' children were singing about 'Suffer little children,' and then a man talked about one as was called Jesus, and 'e said 'e wanted all little boys like Willie an' me to be good so's we could go and live with 'im some day; and Willie and me wants to find the way, and now you can't 'elp us!" sadly and wistfully. "No, child," she said huskily, "I'm afraid I can't. Be quick and get your suppers, for it's awful late, an' that little 'un ought to be in bed." "Bob," whispered Willie, "yer'll speak to Jesus afore we go to bed, won't yer? The lady said 'e would 'ear." So the two little waifs knelt in their corner with their eyes tightly shut, and Bob prayed in a low voice---