Then as she was moving silently about, she seemed to see something which gave her great joy, for she clasped her hands, and looked up again, while the tears streamed over her cheeks. And, to the Child's surprise, she took up the little carved wooden tube, and drew out the parchments, and kissed them, and pressed them to her heart. But the Child's surprise increased when he saw her seat herself on the ground, and spread the roll on her knee, and trace her finger along the twisted lines, and smile and sigh, as if the roll of dead leaves were talking to her. And as she sat, every now and then her eyes were lifted up as when she had been kneeling, and the Child felt sure there must be One listening to her. So he rose and went outside the cave, but he could see no one; and then he came back, and sat down by the little girl, and said, "I cannot find any one. Whom are you talking to?"
"Do not you speak to God?" said the maiden with a look of wonder and sorrow.
The Child gazed earnestly into her face for some moments, and then said in a soft whisper, "Is that the Name?"
"What Name?" asked the maiden.
"The Name they are always trying to speak on the shore, and on the sea, and in the wood, and among the stars!"
"Yes; it must be God!" she replied. "There is no other Name; for He is everywhere, and He made everything!"
The Child sat silent for some time, with a look of awe in his eyes, and then he said, "Was it to Him you were speaking whilst I was asleep?"
"Yes," she said.
"What were you saying?" he asked.
"I was thanking Him for bringing me here, and asking Him to take care of you and me."