"Now, look where Jesus is; standing by the side of a little child--of
a little, young, tender child. That little heart has not had time
to grow hard, and Jesus says, 'Give it to Me. I'll keep it soft
always. It shall always be fit for the kingdom of heaven;' and the
little child smiles, for she can't help it, and she gives her baby
heart away at once. Oh! how glad Jesus is! What a beautiful sight!
look at her face; is not it all sunshine? I think I see just such a
little child there in front of me."

Here the preacher paused, and pointed to Cecile, whose eyes,
brilliant with excitement, were fixed on his face. She had been
listening, drinking in, comprehending. Now when the preacher pointed
to her, it was too much for the excitable child, she burst into tears
and sobbed out:

"Oh! I give my heart, I give my heart."

"Blessings on thee, sweet lamb," came from several rough but kindly
voices.

Mrs. Moseley took her in her arms and carried her out. She saw
wisely that she could bear no more.

As they were leaving the hall, again there came a great burst of
singing:

"I love Jesus, Hallelujah!
I love Jesus; yes, I do.
I love Jesus, He's my Saviour;