Gabrielle knelt that night at her bedside, with a latent, but strong, desire to walk, not by faith, but by sight. She wanted to hear an audible voice from heaven to assure her that she might feel sure of salvation. Mrs. Grey had had large experience in dealing with souls, and soon detected and brought this to light when they next met in her dressing-room.
"I wish there was something I could do to make God love me," the child began.
"My dear, there is something."
"What is it?" was the eager demand.
"Believe on His Son, Jesus Christ."
Gabrielle's countenance fell.
"I can't believe. I don't know how!" she said.
"My child, if I should tell you that I was going to take you to drive this afternoon, you would believe me, should you not?"
"Yes, indeed."
"That would be having faith in me."