"
The girl started, and tried to fling off the caressing hand.
"So are you," said the gentle voice.
"Oh, _me_! Don't talk about me! Whoever said I wasn't bad? Let me
go; I want to go home. I don't care how hard it rains."
"And so am I," continued the gentle voice.
The girl on the cushion ceased struggling to free herself from the
caressing touch, and remained motionless.
"Let me tell you of something that we have each done a great many times.
We have been asked and urged and coaxed day after day, and year after
year, to accept an invitation to go to this very heaven, and we have
paid no attention at all; and this, after Jesus Christ had given His
life to make a way for us to go. Is not that being bad?"
"Dirk he never had no invitation--never heard anything about it."
"Yes, he has," speaking with quiet firmness. "The Lord Jesus Christ told
me to invite him, and I have done so a great many times, and he has made
no answer; and Sallie Calkins has invited you, and you have treated it
in just the same way."
"I didn't believe it."
"Isn't that being bad? What has He ever done that you should refuse to
believe His word, when He died an awful death to prove to you that He
was in earnest?"
"You said Dirk had a _right_ to go.
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