She had to
go, as the snow had drifted under the eaves, and the house was leaking
badly."
"Is she there alone?" Grey asked, with a shudder, as he thought of that
hidden grave under the floor.
"No, Sam is there, and I sent Sarah with her," was Lucy's answer, and
after a moment Grey continued:
"Wasn't Mr. Sanford here once; in the room, I mean?"
"Yes, many times," Lucy replied. "He prayed for you here two or three
times, and in the church every Sunday."
"Send for him. I want to see him. Send now," Grey said, adding, as he
saw the expression of joy on his aunt's face, and guessed what was in
her mind. "Don't think I'm awful good, or going to join the church. It
is not that, but I want to see the minister before Aunt Hannah comes
back."
Fortunately Mr. Sanford was at that very moment below. He had stopped on
his way to the post-office to inquire for Grey, at whose side he soon
stood, holding the pale hand in his, and looking inquiringly into the
eager face of the boy who had asked to see him alone, and who said to
him as he had to his Aunt Lucy;
"Don't think I am good, or going to join the church, for I am not, I
thank you for praying for me.
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