She felt a fresh dread coming over her. Was Maurice too completely a
baby boy to go on such a long and weary pilgrimage? And oh! if this
was the case, what should she do? For they had nothing to live on.
There seemed no future at all before the little girl but the future
of finding Lovedy.
Cecile buried her head in her hands, and again the longing rose up
strong, passionate, fervent, that Jesus, the good Guide, would come
to her. He had come once. He was in the dark room last night. He
answered her though He made no sound, though, listen as she would,
she could not hear the faintest whisper from His lips. Still He was
surely there. Jane had said so, and Jane knew Him well; she said it
was He who had sent back her purse. Suppose she met Him in the street
to-day, and He knew her? Suppose He came out of the church behind
them? Or suppose, suppose He came to her again in the dark in that
"lodging for the night," where they must go? Cecile wished much that
Jesus would come in the daylight; she wanted to see His face, to look
into His kind eyes. But even to feel that He would be with her in the
dark was a great comfort in her present desolation.
Cecile was aroused from her meditations by something very soft and
warm rubbing against her hand. She raised her eyes to encounter the
honest and affectionate gaze of Toby.
Toby's eyes were bright, and he was wagging his tail, and altogether
seeming as if he found life agreeable. He gamboled a little when
Cecile looked at him, and put his forepaws on her lap.
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