Her little
heart was at rest. During the six weeks she remained with Mrs.
Moseley, she gained great strength both of body and mind.
She must find Lovedy. But surely Mr. Danvers was right and if she
had a grown person to go with her and her little brother, from how
many perils would they not be saved? She waited, therefore, quite
quietly for the letter that never came; meanwhile employing herself
in learning all she could about France. She was more sure than ever
now that Lovedy was there, for something seemed to tell her that
Lovedy and Susie were one. Of course this beautiful Susie had gone
back to France, and once there, Cecile would quickly find her. She
had now a double delight and pleasure in the hope of finding Lovedy
Joy. She would give her her mother's message, and her mother's
precious purse of gold. But she could do more than that. Lovedy's own
mother was dead. But there was another woman who cared for Lovedy
with a mother's warm and tender heart. Another woman who mourned for
the lost Susie she could never see, but for whom she kept a little
room all warm and bright. Cecile pictured over and over how tenderly
she would tell this poor, wandering girl of the love waiting for her,
and longing for her, and of how she herself would bring her back to
Mammie Moseley.
Things were in this state, and the children and their adopted
parents were all very happy together, when the change that I have
spoken of came.
It was a snowy and bleak day in February, and the little party were
all at breakfast, when a quick and, it must be owned, very unfamiliar
step was heard running up the attic stairs.
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