"Yes, I know, but Mr. Wargrave telled me they're like the flowers in the winter time. They'll come out of the ground one day beautiful!"
Inez looked at him thoughtfully, then she said:
"I've made up my mind to belong to God. I talk a little like you do when I say my prayers. Your mother told me a lot. Let's come into the church, and I'll tell you what I mean to do."
So as the church door was always left unlocked they found their way in.
"You must whisper," Noel told her; "everybody whispers, except when they're here on Sunday."
They walked up the aisle, and sat down in one of the choir seats in the chancel. The sun was shining through the coloured window which represented our Lord as the Good Shepherd amongst his flock. It touched their heads with bars of gold. The church was quiet and cool and restful. Inez was impressed by the atmosphere.
"Are you positively certain that God is here to-day?" whispered Inez.
"Quite positive certain," said Noel in a shrill, eager whisper. "It's His Own House, you know. Mr. Wargrave says he leaves the door open for anyone who wants to speak to God."
Then screwing up his eyelids very tightly, Noel added:
"I can almost see Him, Inez."