Yet when a sound _did_ come--when the wind swept over the fir-trees,
and made the branches which hung over the caravan creak and sway to and
fro--Rosalie trembled with fear. Poor child! the want of sleep the last few
nights was telling on her, and had made her nervous and sensitive. At last
she found the matches and lighted a candle, that she might not feel quite
so lonely.

Then she took her Testament from the box and began to read. As she read,
little Rosalie felt no longer alone. She had a strange realisation of the
Good Shepherd's presence, and a wonderful feeling that her prayer was
heard, and that He was indeed carrying her in His bosom.

If it had not been for this, she would have screamed with horror when,
about an hour afterwards, there came a tap at the caravan door. Rosalie
jumped from her seat, and peeped out between the muslin curtains. She could
just see a dark figure crouching on the caravan steps.

'Is it you, Toby?' she said, opening the window cautiously.

'No, it's me,' said a girl's voice. 'Have you got a fire in there?'

'Who are you?' said Rosalie fearfully.

'I'll tell you when I get in,' said the girl. 'Let me come and warm myself
by your fire!'

Rosalie did not know what to do. She did not much like opening the door,
for how could she tell who this stranger might be? She had almost
determined to call Toby, when the sound of sobbing made her change her