Her name will be on the door of a
house. Ask to see her. She will be at home. Give her Lovedy's money
to keep for her. The money will be quite safe then."
Immediately after this extraordinary dream Cecile awoke, nor could
she close her eyes again that night. The Faubourg St. G---- kept
dancing before her eyes. She seemed to see a shabby suburb, and then
a long and rather narrow street, and when her eyes were quite weary
with all the strange French names, there came a plain unmistakable
English name, and Cecile felt that the lady who bore this name must
be the caretaker of the precious purse for the present. Yes, she must
go to the Faubourg St. G----. She must find it without delay. Cecile
believed in her dream most fervently. She was quite sure there was
such a part of the great city--there was such a lady. Had not Jesus
the Guide come Himself to tell her to go to her?
Cecile, reading her New Testament for the first time, had vivid
memories about its wonderful stories. What, alas! is often hackneyed
to older and so-called wiser folks, came with power to the little
child. Cecile was not surprised that she should be told what to do in
a dream. The New Testament was full of accounts of people who were
warned of God in a dream. She, too, had been sent this divine
warning. Nothing should prevent her acting upon it. In the morning
she resolved to tell Joe all about her vision, and then ask him to
take her without delay to the English lady who lived in the Faubourg
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