Don't you see that the poor little man there is fit to cry?"
"And nothink could be cheaper than dirt," said Maurice, cheering up.
"I'm so glad as this beautiful, delicious dinner is as cheap as dirt."
"Now we'll say grace," said Mrs. Moseley.
She folded her hands and looked up.
"Lord Jesus, bless this food to me and to Thy little ones, and use
us all to Thy glory."
Her eyes were shut while she was speaking; when she opened them she
felt almost startled by the look Cecile had given her. A look of
wonder, of question, of appeal.
"You want to ask me some'ut, dear?" she said gently to the child.
"Oh, yes! oh, yes!"
"Well, I'm very busy now, and I'll be busy all the afternoon. But we
has tea at six, and arter tea my man 'ull play wid Maurice, and you
shall sit at my knee and ask me what you like."
CHAPTER VI.
CECILE GIVES HER HEART.
It was thus, sitting at Mrs. Moseley's knee in that snug kitchen,
that Cecile got her great question answered. It was Mrs. Moseley who
explained to the longing, wondering child, what Jesus the Guide would
do, who Jesus the Guide really was. It was Mrs. Moseley who told
Cecile what a glorious future she had before her, and how safe her
life down in this world really was.
And Cecile listened, half glad, half sorry, but, if the truth must
be known, dimly understanding. For Cecile, sweet as her nature was
had slow perceptions.
She was eight years old, and in her peculiar, half English, half
foreign life, she had never before heard anything of true religion.
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