Do you _believe_ what that man said--that
folks like Dirk can go? Of course, if Madge went, why Dirk would have a
_right_. He is bad just because he _has_ to be. He never had
no chance to be anything else; and he ain't very bad, anyhow--nothing to
compare with some." Her voice was almost fierce in its earnestness; she
was beginning to resent the creeping doubt that Mrs. Roberts' silence
suggested.
Careful words must be spoken now. What if this awakening soul should be
turned aside! No wonder that the unspoken words were prayers.
"Dirk has a _right_ to go to heaven," she said, steadily, sweetly;
"there is not the shadow of a doubt as to his right. No one in the
world--not Satan himself--can deprive him of it; and it is not only his
_right_, but his duty to go."
"Then he shall!"
I wish I could give you an idea of the strength in the girl's voice. It
almost carried conviction with it to Mrs. Roberts' heart.
"Come and sit down," she said, and she drew her towards one of the low
cushions. If Mart sat on that, her head would be just where a gentle
hand could stroke the masses of hair.
"Let me talk with you about this. You are mistaken in one thing. Dirk is
very bad. He is bad enough to shut him out of heaven forever.
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