"You are very kind," she said, looking up at him with tearful eyes.
"The nuns won't be angry with you for staying a little
while with your brother; they will consent to receive you later, will they not?"
"Yes, sir."
"And will you sit for my picture?"
"Yes, as soon as you wish."
Before Marietta left she kissed the Christmas Rose, and whispered, "Dear Infant Jesus, guard the flower which has saved us."
And it murmured:—
"I am happy. My Master is pleased that I have followed in His footsteps, and His reward is beyond all price."
But Marietta did not hear.