"Yes, I know it, for the pastor has wanted many times to teach me the way, and I wouldn't let him."
Rosa had no idea who or what the pastor might be, and forgot to inquire, because of her unutterable surprise.
It was simply unthinkable that any one could deliberately refuse the information which she and grandpa so earnestly coveted.
"Mister p'liceman, why didn't you want to know the way?" she gasped, impulsively grasping his big, brawny hand. "Wouldn't you like to know now?"
"Yes, little one, I would, and by God's help I will. But come, you must be gone! It is almost dark. I'll watch for you in the morning, and take you to the door. Be sure not to disappoint me. Goodbye!"
That evening in the quiet of his room a wonderful thing happened.
Tucked away in the bottom of his trunk was a Bible, given to him years before by his mother, when he was but a mere lad. This he brought forth, and till a late hour poured over its precious contents. Then falling upon his knees, this prodigal of many years found in Jesus the true way to the beautiful land. He Himself said that no man cometh unto the Father but by Him. And an unspeakable peace filled his soul.
The last half mile of their walk seemed almost interminable both to Rosa and grandpa.
As the darkness began to gather, every shadow to her excited imagination was transformed into a policeman coming to lock them up.
After the trying experiences of the day, it was a relief to be back once more in the dingy rooms which they had expected never to see again.