"What way?" cried the little Pilgrim, for her strength was gone from
her, and she had no word to say to him. He looked at her with that
bewilderment on his face, and said, "I find myself strange, strange. I
ought to know where I am; but it is scarcely daylight yet. It is perhaps
foolish to come out so early in the morning." This he said in his
confusion, not knowing where he was, nor what he said.

"I think all the ways lead to our Father," said the little Pilgrim
(though she had not known this till now). "And the dear Lord walks
about them all. Here you never go astray."

Upon this the stranger looked at her, and asked in a faltering voice,
"Are you an angel?" still not knowing what he said.

"Oh, no, no. I am only a Pilgrim," she replied.

"May I sit by you a little?" said the man. He sat down drawing long
breaths as though he had gone through great fatigue; and looked about
with wondering eyes. "You will wonder, but I do not know where I am," he
said. "I feel as if I must be dreaming. This is not where I expected to
come. I looked for something very different; do you think there can have
been any mistake?"

"Oh, never that," she said; "there are no mistakes here."

Then he looked at her again, and said--

"I perceive that you belong to this country, though you say you are a
pilgrim. I should be grateful if you would tell me Does one live here?