'Loving Father, another lamb I bring to Thee. Guide him in his decision,
and if he enters Thy fold, use him and bless him through all eternity.
Grant that he may fight a good fight, and be crowned with glory
hereafter. For Jesus Christ's sake. Amen.'

An hour later, and Teddy was seated by his mother's side in the old
porch. His grandmother and uncle had gone to evening church, and Mrs.
John was left with her boy alone.

He had been telling her the substance of his conversation with the
rector, and now curled up on the low wooden seat, his small legs crossed
underneath him, he was gazing dreamily out into the sweet-scented garden.
The bees were droning, and the gnats humming amongst the tall hollyhocks
and crimson and white roses close by; the birds were already twittering
their last 'good-nights' to one another, and a soft, peaceful spell
seemed to be falling on all around.

'I feel,' he said presently, as he gazed up into the still blue sky, 'as
if God is waiting for me, mother.'

Mrs. John did not answer. He added quickly, 'When did you enlist,
mother; long, long ago?'

'Yes, darling, just before I married your father.'

'And when did father enlist? When he was a little boy like me?'

'Not till he was a grown man, sonny. He often used to say he wished he
had given his heart to God when he was younger.'