-such prayers draw angels down! Be patient--be brave! Believe in the
best and the best will come!"

His words rang out with a sweet convincing clearness, and even
Cardinal Bonpre felt a sense of comfort as he listened. The little
cripple smiled through his tears.

"Oh, yes," he murmured--"I WILL hope and I WILL believe! I am always
sure God is near us, though my mother thinks He must be very far
away. Yes,--I will be as brave as I can. You are very good to me,--I
know you understand just how I feel, and I thank you very much. I
hope you will be happy yourself some day. Good-bye!" Then, turning
to Henri and Babette he asked, "Shall we go now?"

Henri's brows were drawn together in a dark frown.

"I suppose so," he replied--"I suppose there's nothing more to be
done?" This, with a somewhat sarcastic air of inquiry directed at
the Cardinal, who met his bold bright glance, mildly and half
compassionately.

"Nothing more my child"--he answered--"Did you expect a miracle? I
told you from the first that I was no saint,--I can do no good
unless our Lord wills it."

"The Pope believes in miracles"--said Henri, flushing as he spoke
with the heat of a sudden angry emotion--"But only those that are
performed on his own behalf! HE thinks that God's chief business is
to look after HIM!"