'Did she?' I said. 'Yes, I have often heard her sing it; she sang me to
sleep with it many a time.'

'As I played it,' he went on, 'she would speak to me of the Home, Sweet
Home above; child as she was, she knew the way to that home, and she
soon found out that I knew nothing about it. "You can't go to heaven if
you don't love Jesus, organ boy," she said, and the tears ran down from
her dear little eyes as she said it.

'I could not forget those words, and I was determined to find out the
way to the home of which she spoke.

'My old master was dying; he had only another month to live, and for his
sake I must learn quickly the way to be saved. I attended a mission
service, and I learnt first that no sin can enter the gates of the
Heavenly City. But I learnt more. I learnt that the blood of Jesus
Christ, God's Son, cleanseth from all sin.

'Your mother taught me a prayer one day when I went to see her. I have
said that prayer, morning and evening, ever since. She gave me a bunch
of snowdrops, tied up with dark green leaves, and she told me to say as
I looked at them, "Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow."

He stopped for a minute or two after this, and gazed into the fire; the
memory of those old days had stirred him deeply.

'Please go on,' I said, for I longed to hear more.

'She came to our attic after that with her mother; they came to see my
old master, and she was pleased to see the snowdrops. She told me that