Josephine obeyed, whilst Miss Basset rang the bell for Warner.
"Are you going to send me to bed, too, Aunt Ann?" her nephew asked, laughing.
"Yes, my dear boy," she answered. She bent over him, and kissed him on the forehead.
"Oh, Paul," she whispered, "I thank God that your life has been spared!"
"So do I," he replied earnestly. "Dear Aunt Ann, you're not crying again?"
The old lady had to admit that she was. "But it's only for joy, dear," she assured him, "only for joy! It's such a pleasure to John and me to see you and Josephine together again after all you have both gone through. Josephine is a dear child; she has been very, very brave!"
Captain Basset smiled. This praise of his little daughter was sweet hearing. That her faith might not fail had been his constant prayer during the long months of their separation, and that prayer had been answered. In Christ she had found strength, hope, and the power to face trouble bravely. Christ had been with her, as with him, through all.
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"Can you see him, Uncle John?" asked Donald.
"Yes, my boy, yes!" Mr. Basset answered.