'It means Jesus is like the shepherd, and He is looking for us, Mother
Manikin; and it makes Him so glad when He finds us.'

The dwarf nodded her head in assent.

'We ask Him every day to find us, Mother Manikin--mammie and me; and the
story says He will look for us until He finds us. Shall I read it to you?
It's what mammie and I were reading before we went in to the play.'

Rosalie went to the box and brought out the little black Testament, and
then, sitting at Mother Manikin's feet, she read her favourite story of the
lost sheep.

'Has he found you, Mother Manikin?' she said, as she closed the book.

The little dwarf put her head on one side, and smoothed her tiny grey
curls, but made no answer. Rosalie was almost afraid she had vexed her, and
did not like to say anything more. But a long time afterwards--so long that
Rosalie had been thinking of a dozen things since--Mother Manikin answered
her question, and said in a strange whisper--

'No, child; He _hasn't_ found _me_.'

'Won't you ask Him, dear Mother Manikin?' said Rosalie.

'Yes, child; I'll begin to-day,' said the little dwarf. 'I'll begin now, if
you'll say the words for me.'

Rosalie slipped down from her stool, and, kneeling on the floor of the