Soon after noon, Cecile, Maurice, and Toby sat down to shelter and
rest themselves on a step under the deep porch of an old church. The
wind had got up, and was very cold, and already the bright morning
sky had clouded over.

There was a promise of snow in the air and in the dull sky, and the
children shivered and drew close to each other.

"We won't mind looking any longer for our old court to-day,
Maurice," said Cecile. "As soon as you are rested, darling, we'll go
straight and get a night's lodging. I am afraid we must do it as
cheap as possible, but you shan't walk any more to-day."

To all this Maurice, instead of replying in his usual grumbling
fashion, laid his head on his sister's lap, and dropped off into a
heavy sleep. His pretty baby face looked very white as he slept, and
when Cecile laid her hand on his cheek it was cold.

She felt a fresh dread coming over her. Was Maurice too completely a
baby boy to go on such a long and weary pilgrimage? And oh! if this
was the case, what should she do? For they had nothing to live on.
There seemed no future at all before the little girl but the future
of finding Lovedy.

Cecile buried her head in her hands, and again the longing rose up
strong, passionate, fervent, that Jesus, the good Guide, would come
to her. He had come once. He was in the dark room last night. He
answered her though He made no sound, though, listen as she would,
she could not hear the faintest whisper from His lips. Still He was
surely there. Jane had said so, and Jane knew Him well; she said it