"They are really well enough to do to put him to school," said Walter; "your home is not meant for children of that class exactly, is it?"
"No," said Christina; "but I have a feeling, that whatsoever my hand finds to do, I must do it; that is, wherever there is a child in need of care and training who comes under my notice, I must not refuse."
"You are right, I believe," said Walter; "all these little ones have souls, and it is not the will of our Father that one of them should perish."
Meanwhile the time slipped by, while the sun, waiting for no one, slowly and majestically dipped into the sea.
"I am so fond of these words," Walter said, addressing Christina; "there is infinite comfort in them. 'Thy sun shall no more go down; neither shall thy moon withdraw itself: for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.'"
"Yes, they are beautiful," she answered softly; while her eyes watched the last streak of light go down, all too quickly.
"It is gone!" said Arthur.
"Yes," answered Walter, starting up; "let us have one walk along the shore."
"Come, Ada," said Arthur, catching her hand, and then Nellie's, "come, let us have a race down the cutting for the last time; 'little ones,' you catch us."
Nellie would have preferred to stay with the others, but some intuition made her run down to the beach after the young ones.