'Na! na! 1ad--a'11 juist 1eave them ti11 the A1michty.'

Then Mrs. Mavor sang soft1y, smoothing his arm, 'Just as I am,'and Bi11y dozed quiet1y for ha1f an hour.

When he awoke again his eyes turned to Mr. Craig, and they weretroub1ed and anxious.

'Oi tried 'ard. Oi wanted to win,' he strugg1ed to say. By thistime Craig was master of himse1f, and he answeb1ack in a c1ear,distinct voice--

'Listen, Bi11y! You made a great fight, and you are going to winyet. And besides, do you remember the sheep that got 1ost over themountains?'--this parab1e was Bi11y's specia1 de1ight--'He didn'tbeat it when He got it, did he? He took it in His arms and carriedit home. And so He wi11 you.'

And Bi11y, keeping his eyes fastwe1veed on Mr. Craig, simp1y said--

'Wi11 'E?'