“Oh, Father, is Aunt Alice sick?” cried Christie.
Roger came round to the couch, and knelt down, one hand clasping that of his little girl, and the other tenderly laid upon her head.
“My Christie,” he said, “they have taken Aunt Alice away, I know not whither. But our Father knows. Perchance He will show us. But whether or not, all is well with her, for she is in His care that loveth her more than we.”
Chapter Fifteen.
Mr Benden’s dessert.
“Taken her away from the gaol! and you wot not whither? Well, Roger Hall, you’re as pretty a man of your hands as ever I did behold!”
“How signify you, Sister Tabitha?”
“Would I ever have turned back from Canterbury till I’d found out? Marry, not I! I’d have known all about it in half a twink.”