You lie here quite easy, Cecile, and
don't stir till I come back to you. I'll bring you tidings of that
purse as sure as my name's Jane, and ef I were you, Cecile, I'd just
say a bit of a prayer to Jesus. Tell Him your trouble, it'll give you
a power of comfort."
"Is that praying? I did not know it was that."
"That is praying, my poor little lamb; you tell it all straight away
to the loving Jesus."
"But He isn't here."
"Oh, yes, darling! He'll be very nigh to you, I guess, don't you be
frightened."
"Does Jesus the guide come in the dark?"
"He'll be with you in the dark, Cecile. You tell Him everything, and
then have a good sleep."
CHAPTER XIV.
WHAT JANE PARSONS KNEW.
When, a couple of hours later, Maurice, very tired and fagged after
his long day's ramble, came upstairs, followed by Toby, and thrust
into Cecile's hand a great hunch of seed-cake, she pushed it away,
and said in an earnest, impressive whisper:
"Hush!"
"Oh, why?" asked Maurice; "you have been away all the whole day,
Cecile; and Toby and me had no one to talk to, and now when I had
such a lot to tell you, you say 'Hush' Why do you say 'Hush' Cecile?"
"Oh, Maurice! don't talk, darling, 'tis because Lord Jesus the guide
is in the room, and I think He must be asleep, for I have prayed a
lot to Him, and He has not answered. Don't let's disturb Him,
Maurice; a guide must be so tired when he drops asleep."
"Where is He?" asked Maurice; "may I light a candle and look for Him?"
"No, no, you mustn't; He only comes to people in the dark, so Jane
says.
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