"So she stepped into the narrow way. Her loving mother was close to her—so patient, so good! Her burden pressed hard; she heard the words of the messenger, and believed they were true; so she too plunged in. When she lifted her head from that wave of blood, her burden had slipped off for ever."
* * * * * *
Ada paused. The children were gazing on her face, for they saw her eyes were full of tears.
"Children," she said softly, "that girl was Ada Arundel. Her burden was Sin, and the blood of Jesus has taken it all away! Will you not plunge in the stream too?"
"I will!" said Netta, looking up earnestly.
"And so should I like to," said Isabel. "Can we, Ada?"
"Everyone can who has got a burden. Ah, do, dears; I wish I had sooner!"
Arthur got up from the hay, and walking straight over to Ada's side, laid his hand on her shoulder with unusual solemnity. "Ada," he said, "we will set out on the journey together. I did so hope and pray that you might as well as I, and now you have."
