"What are you thinking of, Donald?"
"Of you," he answered promptly; "I was thinking that very likely you saved my life and Josephine's; I believe the bull would have seen us and gone for us if you hadn't stood out in the road as you did. Dr. Farrant said you were a real heroine when he heard about it. And yet you say you were frightened?"
"Oh, dreadfully!—when I saw you and Josephine in the ditch and the bull coming! But I prayed to God for help, and then it flashed upon me what to do. So you see God answered my prayer."
The boy was silent. It was very wonderful that his timid little sister should have proved herself capable of such courage.
"If I was brave it was only because I felt God was near me," she added after a pause; "yes, that was how it was, I am sure!"
[CHAPTER IX]
SERIOUSLY WOUNDED
"OH, how lovely the roses are!" exclaimed Josephine softly. "And, oh, how I wish father was here to see them!"
"I expect there are roses where he is," answered May, "for I saw a picture in a newspaper yesterday showing part of a ruined village—it had been shelled —and there were roses climbing over a cottage wall I noticed."
It was a beautiful evening in June, and the two little girls, having learnt their lessons for the next day, had come into the garden for a short while before supper and seated themselves on a seat within call of the house.