And Sir Edward put his hand in his pocket, and rolled a coin across the table to his little niece.

But Milly was not satisfied.

“This is your present,” she said, doubtfully.  “What will you give Him this Christmas besides?  Is money the only thing you can give Him, uncle?”

Sir Edward pushed back his chair and rose from the table.  His feelings were almost getting beyond his control.  With the one subject that was now always foremost in his thoughts, the child’s question rang again in his ears, “Is money the only thing you can give Him, uncle?” And like a flash of light came a reply: 

“No, I can give myself back to Him, my soul and body, that have now been so long in the keeping of His enemy.”

After a few minutes’ silence he said, in a strangely quiet voice: 

“Come, little one, it is bedtime; say ‘Good-night,’ and run up to nurse!”

Milly came up to him, and as he stood with his back to the fire warming his hands, she took hold of the ends of his coat in her little hands, and, looking up at him, said: 

“Uncle Edward, you gave me a kiss like a father might have done this afternoon.  Would you mind very much giving me another?”

Sir Edward looked down at the sweet little face raised so coaxingly to his, and then took her up in his arms; but after he had given her the desired kiss he said, with some effort,—­

“I want you to do something to-night, little one.  When you say your prayers, ask that one of God’s prodigal sons may be brought back this Christmas time.  It is one who wants to return.  Will you pray for him?”

“Yes, uncle,” replied the child softly.  “And will you tell me his name?”

“No, I cannot do that.”

Something in his face made his little niece refrain from asking further questions.  She left him a moment later, and Sir Edward went to the smoking-room and seated himself in a chair by the fire.  The chimes of the village church were ringing out merrily, and presently outside in the avenue a little company of carol singers were singing the sweet old Christmas truths that none can hear untouched.

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.”

A sense of the love of God seemed to surround his soul, and this verse came into his mind as he mused:—­

“I have loved thee with an everlasting love, therefore with loving-kindness have I drawn thee.”

Could he not trace in the events of the last few months the hand of a loving Father gently calling His wanderer home?  Stricken down himself, placed on a sick bed for reflection, brought to the edge of the valley of the shadow of death, and then tenderly restored to life and health; the gentle voice and life of a little child pleading with him day by day, and that life having so lately been miraculously preserved from a great danger—­all this filled his heart with the realization of the mercy and loving-kindness of God; and when again the past came up before him, and the tempter drew near again with the old refrain, “You have wandered too long, you have hardened your heart, and God has shut his ear to your cry!” Sir Edward, by the help and power of the Divine Spirit, was able to look up, and say from the depths of his heart,—­