"You know right from wrong. Leave the wrong life. Come to me for shelter, until I can find a home for you where you will be safe, and I hope, contented."
"Oh, I can't," sobbed Carla, "I am so unhappy!"
"I know you can leave if you will," Esther said firmly. "You will have strength and courage given you to do right. It is wrong for you to continue in the life you are now living."
Carla shuddered. She was still weeping.
"God will never forgive me," she said. "He has forsaken me."
She seemed utterly hopeless.
"God always forgives those who come to Him penitent, Carla. He has not forsaken you; you have forsaken Him. I am glad you and I have found each other. Perhaps I can help you find your way back to God."
Carla gripped her hand. When they re-entered the house, the English girl slipped into the bedroom.
"Fust couple forrerd an' back!" called out the fiddler, keeping time with his foot.
There were bows, differing more in quality than in kind; bows masculine, with spurred foot to rearward; bows feminine, quite indescribable.