was still, a messenger of kingly aspect came to the old farm.

Had Cecile opened her eyes then, and had she been endowed with power
to tear away the slight film which hides immortal things from our
view, she would have seen the Guide she longed for. For Jesus came
down, and in her sleep took Mrs. Bell across the river. Without a
pang the old pilgrim entered into rest, and no one knew in that
slumbering household the moment she went home.

But I think--it may be but a fancy of mine--still I think Jesus did
more. I think He went up still higher in that old farmhouse. I think
He entered an attic bedroom and bent over two sleeping children, and
smiled on them, and blessed them, and said to the anxious heart of
one, "Certainly I will be with thee. I will guide My little lamb
every step of the way."

For Cecile looked so happy in her childish slumbers. Every trace of
care had left her brow. The burden of responsibility was gone from
her heart.

I think, before He left the room, Jesus stooped down and gave her a
kiss of peace.




CHAPTER X.

"TOPSY-TURVY."