CHAPTER VII.
Two Visits
Tell me the story slowly,
That I may take it in;
That wonderful redemption,
God's remedy for sin.
Tell me the story simply,
As to a little child ;
For I am weak and weary,
And helpless and defiled.
Hankey.
One clear frosty evening early in the new year, two little figures might have been seen threading their way along Old Hall Street, in the opposite direction to the Exchange. It had not long gone five, and numbers of clerks and warehousemen were crowding into the street and hurrying in the direction of their several homes. But the little figures dodged their way with great skill through the crowded street, still holding each other by the hand and keeping up most of the time a sharp trot.
After pursuing a straight course for a considerable distance, they turned off suddenly to the right into a less frequented street. Then they took a turn to the left, and then again
