Little Nan can never come back, and yet I love thee, and forgive thee from my very heart.

Will not Jesus much more forgive thee ?' 'Pray for me, Stephen.

Kneel down there, and pray aloud,' he said; and his eyelids closed feebly, and his restless head lay still, as if he had no more power to move it.
'I cannot,' answered Stephen; 'I'm only a poor lad, and I don't know how to do it up loud.

Miss Anne will pray for thee.' 'If you have forgiven me, pray to God for me,' murmured the master, opening his eyes again with a look of deep entreaty.

Over Stephen's pale face a smile was kindling, a smile of pure, intense love and faith, and the light in his pitying eyes met the master's dying gaze with a gleam of strengthening hope.