France, or to any other place. Why, 'tis all on the road to the
Celestial City, darling."

"Oh! is it? Oh! would He really, really be so kind and beautiful?"
said Cecile, sitting up and speaking with sudden eagerness and hope.
"Oh, dear Jane! how I love you for telling me this! Oh! if only I had
my purse of gold, how surely, how surely I should find Lovedy now."

"Well, darling, there's no saying what may happen. You have Jane
Parsons for your friend anyhow, and what is more, you have the Lord
Jesus Christ. Eh! but He does love a little faithful thing like you.
But see here, Cecile, 'tis getting dark, and I must run downstairs;
but I'll send you up a real good supper by Maurice, and see that he
and Toby have full and plenty. You lie here quite easy, Cecile, and
don't stir till I come back to you. I'll bring you tidings of that
purse as sure as my name's Jane, and ef I were you, Cecile, I'd just
say a bit of a prayer to Jesus. Tell Him your trouble, it'll give you
a power of comfort."

"Is that praying? I did not know it was that."

"That is praying, my poor little lamb; you tell it all straight away
to the loving Jesus."

"But He isn't here."

"Oh, yes, darling! He'll be very nigh to you, I guess, don't you be
frightened."

"Does Jesus the guide come in the dark?"