I'll be back in a
moment," she exclaimed.
Behind the organ was a dark place. In this short winter's day it
looked like night.
The idea had darted into Cecile's head that Jesus might be there.
She went to the dark corner; yes, it was very gloomy. Peer hard as
she would, she could not see into all its recesses. Jesus might be
there. No one had ever taught her to kneel, but instinctively she
fell on her knees and clasped her hands.
"Jesus," she said, "I think you're here. I am most grateful to you,
Jesus the Guide, for what you did for me and Maurice and Toby the
last two nights. Jesus the Guide, will you tell me how to find
Jography and how to get to France? and when we go there will you
guide us? Please do, though it isn't the New Jerusalem nor the
Celestial City. But I have very important business there, Jesus, very
important. And Maurice is so young, he's only a baby boy, and he'll
want you to carry him part of the way. Will you, who are so very
good, come with us little children, and with Toby, who is the dearest
dog in the world? And will you tell some kind, kind woman to give us
a lodging for the night in a safe place where I won't be robbed of my
money?"
Here, while Cecile was on her knees still praying, a wonderful thing
happened. It might have been called a coincidence, but I, who write
the story of these little pilgrims, think it was more; for into
Cecile's dark corner, unperceived by her, a man had come, and this
man began to fill the great organ with wind, and then in a moment the
whole church began to echo with sweet sounds, and in the midst of the
music came a lull, and then one voice rose triumphant, joyful, and
reassuring on the air.
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