The portion of Scripture under consideration was the interview of Nicodemus with the Master when he came to Him by night (St. John iii.), the subject, of course, the necessity of the new birth, God’s appointed way of salvation, and the exceeding greatness of His love in giving His only-begotten Son to die “that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

Each one able to read had an open Bible, and even Gracie and little Walter listened with understanding and interest.

She whom the one called mamma, the other Grandma Elsie, had talked with them that morning on the same subject, and tenderly urged upon them—­as often before—­the duty of coming to Christ, telling them of His love to little children, and that they were not too young to give themselves to Him; and Mr. Dinsmore addressed a few closing words to them in the same strain.

They fell into Gracie’s heart as seed sown in good ground.  When the reading had come to an end and she felt herself unobserved, she slipped quietly away to her mamma’s dressing-room, where she was not likely to be disturbed, and sat down to think more profoundly and seriously than ever before in her short life.

She went over “the old, old story,” and tears stole down her cheeks as she whispered to herself, “And it was for me He died that dreadful death; for me just as truly as if it hadn’t been for anybody else; and yet I’ve lived all this long while without loving Him, or trying to do right for the sake of pleasing Him.

“And how often I’ve been invited to come!  Papa has told me about it over and over again; mamma too, and Grandma Elsie; and I haven’t minded what they said at all.  Oh, how patient and kind Jesus has been to wait so long for me to come!  And He is still waiting and inviting me to come; just as kindly and lovingly as if it was the very first time, and I hadn’t been turning away from Him.

“He is right here, looking at me, and listening for what I will say in answer to His call.  Oh, I won’t keep Him waiting any longer, lest He should go away and never invite me again; and because I do love Him for dying for me, and for being so good and kind to me all my life—­giving me every blessing I have—­and keeping on inviting me, over and over, when I wouldn’t even listen to His voice.

“I’ll go to Him now.  Grandma Elsie said just to kneel down and feel that I am kneeling at His feet, and tell Him all about my sins, and how sorry I am, exactly as if I could see Him, and ask Him to forgive my sins and wash them all away in His precious blood, and take me for His very own child to be His forever, and serve Him always—­in this world, and in heaven when he takes me there.  Yes, I will do it now.”