darling, that I never, never parted with it all these long, dreary years.'

'But why won't you come with me, mammie dear?'

'Don't ask me that now, darling; it's nearly time for us to go into the
theatre. But before you go, just read those verses about your picture once
through; we shall just about have time for it before your father comes.'

So Rosalie read once more the parable of the Lost Sheep.

'Rosalie, child,' said her mother, when she had finished, 'there are four
words in that story which I've had in my mind, oh, so many times, since you
read it last.'

'What are they, mammie dear?'

'"Until He find it," Rosalie. All last night I lay awake coughing, and I
kept thinking there was no hope for me; it was no use my asking the Good
Shepherd to look for me. But all of a sudden those words came back to me
just as if some one had said them to me. "Until He find it--until He find
it. He goeth after that which is lost until He find it." It seems He
doesn't give up at once, He goes on looking until He find it. And then it
seemed to me, Rosalie--I don't know if I was right, I don't know if I even
dare hope it--but it seemed to me last night that perhaps, if He takes such
pains and looks so long, if He goes on _until He find it_, there might
even be a chance for me.'

'Are you ready?' said Augustus' voice, at the door of the caravan; 'we're
just going to begin.'