Say, Kitty, I'll go off and leave you,--I'll go where I can't see nor hear you,--then you kneel down and tell Jesus about it, and He'll help you." "Stop!" said Kitty, as Tip was turning away; "wait! I don't know what to say." "Why, just _tell_ Him, just as you did me, and ask Him to help you.

You see, Kitty, you can't do a thing without that; He's got to look after you every single minute, or it's nothing at all." Tip went away, and Kitty was left alone,--alone in the spot where her brother had first found the Saviour.

She felt very strangely; she had been left there alone to offer her first prayer.
Kitty had never been taught to kneel down by her bedside every evening, and repeat "Our Father;" it was all new and strange to her.

She sat still a long time, with the sober look deepening on her face.

At last she got down on her knees and rested her little hard hands on the hard snow which covered Johnny's bed, and she said, "Jesus, I want to be what Tip says.