“Amen!” said Roger Hall.
In the parlour Pandora said to Christabel—
“Dear child, thou mayest speak freely to me of thine Aunt Alice. I know all touching her.”
“O Mistress Pandora! wot you where she is?”
Pandora was grieved to find from Christie’s eager exclamation that she had, however innocently, roused the child’s hopes only to be disappointed.
“No, my dear heart,” she said tenderly, “not that, truly. I did but signify that I knew the manner of her entreatment, and where she hath been lodged.”
“Father can’t find her anywhere,” said Christie sorrowfully. “He went about two whole days, but he could hear nothing of her at all.”
“Our Father in Heaven knows where she is, my child. He shall not lose sight of her, be well assured.”
“But she can’t see Him!” urged Christie tearfully.
“Truth, sweeting. Therefore rather ‘blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed.’ Consider how hard the blessed Paul was tried, and how hard he must have found faith, and yet how fully he did rely on our Saviour Christ.”