"You'll pardon me won't you, if I tell you. I can't help noticing that
you are not so much at the meetings of the Society as you were; and
that--well--you don't seem--somehow--to take the interest you did. And
you have given up your class at the South Broadway Mission."
"How do you know that?"
"I asked Brother Cameron if there was any place for me out there, and
he said, yes, that your class was without a teacher now."
"So you are to have my boys at the Mission. Oh, I am so glad." And her
eyes filled. "Don't let them forget me altogether, Mr. Falkner."
"But won't you come back and teach them yourself?"
"No, no; you do not understand; I must give it up. But you'll do better
than I anyway, because you can get closer to them. You understand that
life so well."
"Yes," he said, very soberly. "I do understand that life very well
indeed."
"Oh, forgive me, I didn't mean to pain you." She laid her hand timidly
on his arm. "I admire you so much for what you have overcome, and
that's what makes me say that you can do a great deal, now that you
are through with it. You must forget those things that are behind, you
know."
"Yes," murmured Dick, "those things _are_ behind, and I can do all
things through Him; but may I also have the help of thinking of you
as my friend?"
Amy blushed again. "Please notice," said Dick, quietly, "I said of
_thinking_ of you as my friend."
The girl put out her hand. "Mr. Falkner, just as long as you wish, you
may think of me as your friend.
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