"But did you not cry to the King for help?"
"No, I forgot to do that. But that kind old man Chisleu passed by my way and cried to Him for me. I cannot think how I could ever have disliked Chisleu or talked evil of him. He could not have been kinder if he had been my father, and if you say there is an angel walking beside me I owe that I expect to his cries. And I owe much to you too, dear Amer," she added looking up at him with a brighter face, "for already I feel happier. But I do not deserve to have you or to have the angel."
"Little sister," said Amer, "where is your Guide Book?"
Iddo fumbled in her pocket and at last drew it out. It did not look as if it had been much used.
"Mother has always used hers," she said, somewhat shame faced, "and I have never looked much at my own."
"Dear child," said Heman, who had been listening in silence to the conversation, "perhaps your mother has been taken from you for awhile to help you to read the Guide Book. It is never safe for a pilgrim, though she may have the best parent possible, to depend upon her mother's study of the Guide Book instead of her own. You did not know that in the Book it is written:—"
"'When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.' You need not have feared, or have doubted for a moment the love of the King for you. And as for forgetting you, why, a sparrow does not fall to the ground without Him knowing it."
"Then will the King never forget me?" asked Iddo, comforted.
"Your mother would forget you sooner than the King, my child."
And before long the mother and child had met again.