“Please, Mistress Wade, I think God has taken good care of us, and I only hope He’s told Father.”
“Dear child, thy father shall lack no telling,” said Mr Ewring. “He is where no shade of mistrust can come betwixt him and God, and he knows with certainty, as the angels do, that all shall be well with you for ever.”
Cissy looked up. “Please, may we sing the hymn Rose did, when she was taken down to the dungeon?”
“Sing, my child, and we will join thee.”
“Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”
“Dear heart! but that’s sweet!” said Dorothy, wiping her eyes.
“Truth! but they sing it better there,” responded Mr Ewring softly.
Note 1. Coals.—all coal then came to London by sea.
Note 2. Principally: handsomely.