"A guide!" said Cecile. This name attracted her--a guide would be
so useful by and by when she went into a foreign land to look for
Lovedy. "Do you think as He'd guide me too, Mistress Bell?"

"For sure, deary, for sure. Don't He call a little thing like you
one of His lambs? 'Tis said of Him that He carries the lambs in His
arms. That's a very safe way of being guided, ain't it, Mercy?"

"Yes, ma'am. Only I hope as He'll take you in His arms too, Mistress
Bell, for you don't look as though you could walk far. And will He
come soon, Mistress?"

"I don't say as 'twill be long, Mercy. I'm very old and very feeble,
and He don't ever leave the very old and feeble long down here."

"And is the better country that the blessed Master has to guide you
to, away in France, away in the south of France, in the Pyrenees?"
asked Cecile with great excitement and eagerness.

But Mrs. Bell had never even heard of the Pyrenees. She shook her
old head and frowned.

"Tis called the Celestial City by some," she said, "and by some
again the New Jerusalem, but I never yet heard anyone speak of it by
that other outlandish name. Now you're beginning your old game of
puzzling, Mercy Bell."

Cecile bent over her work, and old Mrs. Bell dozed off to sleep.