I want to love you if you'll let me.

Nobody loves me, I guess.

Tip says you'll help me all the time.

If you will, I'll try." After she had said this, slowly and thoughtfully, stopping long between each sentence, she didn't feel like rising up; she wanted to say more, so she repeated it, adding, "Tip says I must be good.

I can't be good, but I'll try." Over and over was the simple, earnest prayer repeated.
Tip did not go back to Johnny's grave; he took a side road down through the edge of the grove, and so went home; and when he reached home, he went up to his attic room, and knelt down and prayed for Kitty as only those _can_ pray who have been working as well as asking for what they want.
Kitty was stirring the pudding for supper when he saw her again,--stirring away hard at the heavy mass, which grew thicker and harder to stir every moment.