When the children were all in bed that night, she wrote to her cousins a brighter letter than she had been able to frame before. At the end she said—
"I was dreadfully unwilling, as you know, to take up my 'trust;' but oh, I cannot tell you how good God has been to me in it, nor how undeserving I feel of all His love. I should like to tell you this, because I am afraid I did not give you a very good idea of what a Christian should be like."
That letter sped on its way. It had cost Lucia a great deal to write it, but it set her cousins thinking, and bore fruit after many days.
Emmie took it to her mother, but did not get much sympathy from her about it.
"I am sorry to see her more religious," she said. "We must have her here again, and make her forget it."
So Emmie carried it to the housekeeper, thinking she would be sure to understand. And so she did.
"It's the best news I've heard for many a day," she exclaimed heartily. "Oh, Miss Emmie, if you did but know it!"
"Perhaps I shall," Emmie answered softly. "I am not satisfied as I am, that's certain!"
"Those that seek Him shall find, dear Miss Emmie!" said the housekeeper earnestly.