Then a light came in at the door, and there was Mary with a small lamp in her hand.
"Try this," she said, holding it out so that its light sent a beam into the dark recesses round the fireplace.
Nancy started up with fresh energy, and then there was a sudden exclamation.
"Why, Mary—!"
"Have you found it?" asked Mary joyfully.
"Yes; but I'd looked there heaps of times! It was just by the scuttle—"
"The light shone on it, I expect," said Mary, "and then you saw it!"
Tom looked up in his sister's face. "A spiritual lesson, Moll?" he asked, with a smile at her tone.
"I thought so," she answered, "for, do you know, it exactly matched a very curious experience I had a day or so ago. I was in darkness about something, and could not at all find out what God meant me to do. I searched in the corner of experience, and in the corner of expediency, and in another of wishes, and in another of obstacles; when suddenly it flashed across me that light was what I wanted—not so much searching!"
"And then I thought of fetching the Lamp of God's Word; and as I turned over the pages, the Light shone on my difficulty, and I could see the way out of it, shining as bright as Nancy's shilling in the dark corner!"