"No, indeed," answered Meg, "we must not forget to thank Him who has sent it to us, Cherry. How kind God is to us!"
Cherry did not answer in words, but she was very quiet for a long while, looking soberly into the fire.
Presently Dickie, concluding that the doctor was gone, and that he need have no further fear of molestation, put up his little hand to stroke Meg's face.
"Well, dear?" she said inquiringly, for there was a question on his lips.
"Mo'ver-Meg, did the doctor say as you was goin' to lose me?"
"No, dearie, he did not think I should," said Meg, soothingly.
"'Cause he said so," persisted Dickie.
"He didn't mean that," answered Meg softly; "and even if he had, Dickie, those who love Jesus can never be really lost."
"I 'ove Jesus," said Dickie, considering, "and so do Cherry."
"I'm sure you do; and to those who love Him He says, 'No man is able to pluck them out of My hand.' When once we are in the care of Jesus, nothing shall ever drag us away from that."