“I should say as much,” said Nettie.

“But what can be done about it?” queried Mark, in perplexity.

“We might all sign a paper, telling her what we intend to do, and give it to her Christmas,” proposed Tim.

“So we can,” said Mark, “and let’s do it at once.”

So Tim went to the desk, and spent a few minutes writing something upon a piece of paper.  When he had finished, he turned around and asked; “Want to hear it?”

“Of course,” answered Nettie.

So he read:  “We four scholars of your class have made up our minds to be Christians, and we give you this information as your Christmas remembrance from us.”

“Just the thing,” said Ada.

“And I suppose that we must all sign it,” suggested Nettie.

“Of course,” answered Tim.

“But is this all that we must do to be Christians?” queried Mark.

“I should say not,” answered Tim, “but if Mrs. Martin knows that we are in earnest, she will tell us what to do.”

So the paper was signed by the four, after which Mark and Nettie continued on their way homeward.

On the Sabbath following Christmas, after the class had gathered, and were waiting for Sabbath-school to begin in the little church on the hill, Tim passed to Mrs. Martin an envelope bearing her name.  When she opened it and read the note that was within, her eyes filled with tears of joy.

“Oh, my precious class!  My precious class!” This was all she could say, as she looked from one to another with face shining like an angel’s.

“We thought that you’d tell us just what to do,” began Ada.  “We felt that we needed help from you.”

“And you shall have it this very hour.  We will let the lesson go to-day, and just have a little meeting all to ourselves.”

“That will be just beautiful!” exclaimed Nettie.

While the other classes in the church were discussing the lesson for the day, Mrs. Martin’s class in the pew in the rear were settling the great question of their lives.

Mrs. Martin began by telling them the story of the Christ—­how Christ left His heavenly home, and came to earth to die for all men, since all are sinners; and how all may be saved from sin by being sorry for their wrong-doing, deciding to lead a right life, and taking Him as their personal Saviour.  “Is this what you all believe?”

“It is,” replied the class, softly.

Then all closed their eyes, and Mrs. Martin prayed softly for them, after which each prayed for pardon, and by the time Sabbath-school was dismissed, all felt that Christ had accepted them as His very own.

“Oh, how I shall prize this little note,” said Mrs. Martin, as they were leaving the church for home.  “You could not have given me a Christmas remembrance which would have meant more to me.  And I am sure that I am not the only one you have remembered this day—­you have given yourselves to Christ, who died and arose from the grave for you, and He will treasure the Christmas gift you have given Him more than I can the one you have given me.”