What is it about ?" "Have you found a boy yet ?" "No.

Have you ?" "Yes, sir; there's a boy out home who wants to come; I've just had a letter from him.

His name is Turner--Bob Turner." "Is he a good boy ?" "No, sir." "Well, that's plain! What are you talking about, then ?" "I want you to make him a good boy, sir." "Humph! that's an idea.

I can't make boys over new.

Is he honest ?" "No, sir, I don't think he is very,--not what you mean by honest; but his mother is dead, and he hasn't any friends; he goes with a miserable set of fellows, and he'll get worse than he is in no time if he stays there." "And the whole of it is, you think it's my duty to let him come, and try to save, him! Suppose I should, what would you do for your share ?" "I'd try, too." "How ?" "Why, I'd try to get him to do right." "Suppose he should try to get you to do wrong ?" "He couldn't!" said Edward positively.
"How did you find that out ?" "Because I should pray for myself every day, and for Bob too; and God hears prayer." "Yes, but God's people sometimes get very far away from Him; if this Bob should lead _you_ astray, I'd be sorry I ever heard of him." "I don't feel much afraid," Edward said, speaking this time in a more quiet, less positive tone, "for I never go wrong when I pray often; pray about everything that comes up, you know, and mean what I pray for." "Humph!" said Mr.Minturn; "that's a good idea; I guess you're pretty safe under _that_ rule." "Besides," said Edward, reserving one of his best arguments till the last, "I know somebody who would help Bob ever so much,--Mr.Ray would find him out." Mr.Minturn's eyes grew bright, and he smiled a half sad smile.
"Yes," he said, "that's true enough; Ray can't come near anybody without helping him.