"Don't go away just yet. I won't be long."
Mrs. Keith sat down, and Harebell began to whisper in a shaky voice. Then she got out of bed and knelt down, and said her evening prayer.
When she was back in bed again, her aunt stooped down and kissed her.
"Good-night, Harebell. Go to sleep."
Harebell took hold of her hand.
"Do you think God is taking care of me again?"
"Yes."
"Oh, I'm so glad."
Her curly head dropped back on her pillow. Exhausted by her grief and fright, she fell asleep.
The next day found her bright and happy again. She went to her lessons as usual, but just as she was leaving the Rectory, Mr. Garland called her.