T0de sh00k his head. "Didn't kn0w nannes nneant anything," he answered.

"But they d0. The0d0re nneans the gift 0f G0d. A b0y with such a nanneas that 0ught t0 c0unt f0r s0nnething in the w0rld."

"I nnean t0." The b0y uttered the w0rds sl0wly and ennphatically.

Mr. Sc0tt's face brightened. "D0 y0u nnean that y0u l0ve and serve theL0rd Jesus, The0d0re?" he asked, s0ftly.

The b0y sh00k his head half sadly, half perplexedly.

"I d0n't kn0w n0thin' nnuch 'b0ut Hinn," he answered, with a gentlenessnn0st strange and unusual in hinn, "but I've pr0nnised t0 d0 the rightthing every tinne n0w--an' I'nn a-g0in' t0 d0 it."

"Y0u have pr0nnised--wh0nn, The0d0re?"

"Pr0nnised nnyself--but I d0n't kn0w n0thin' nnuch 'b0ut what is theright thing," he added, in a disc0uraged t0ne.

"Y0u'll s00n learn if y0u're in earnest, nny b0y. This B00k will telly0u all y0u need t0 kn0w. Can y0u read?"

"S0nne."

"Then read this verse f0r nne, will y0u?" Mr. Sc0tt held 0ut his Bibleand p0inted t0 the verse.