CHAPTER Fifth.
"If hearty sorrow Be a sufficient ransom for offence, I tender it here; I do as truly suffer, As e'er I did commit." -- SHAKESPEARE.
"O Eddie, dear, do get up and come into the house!" entreated his sister.

"I must leave you if you don't, for Prilla said mamma had sent for us; and you know we must obey." "Oh I can't, I can't go in! I can't see mamma! she will never, never love me any more!" "Yes, she will, Eddie; nothing will ever make her stop loving us; and if you're really sorry for having disobeyed poor, dear papa, you'll not go on and disobey her now." "But oh I've been such a wicked, wicked boy.

O Elsie, what shall I do?
Jesus won't love me now, nor mamma nor anybody." "O Eddie," sobbed his sister, "don't talk so.

Jesus does love you and will forgive you, if you ask him; and so will mamma and papa; for they both love you and I love you dearly, dearly." The two were alone, Archie having gone home with his father.
A step drew near, and Mr.Dinsmore's voice spoke close at hand in tones sterner and more peremptory than he really meant them to be.
"Edward, get up from that damp grass and come into the house immediately.

Do you intend to add to your poor mother's troubles by your disobedience, and by making yourself sick ?" The child arose instantly.