"Oh, what can we do!" and Constance wrung her hands in agony of mind.
"Wait, Connie. We can wait," replied her father.
"Wait! Wait, and——" A thought flashed through her mind. It was like a still, small voice.
"Call upon Me in the day of trouble," it said.
Yes, why had she forgotten? It made her feel that a Presence was very near, and that He who long ago had delivered His people from the waters of Egypt would hear her now.
"Father," she said quietly, "we can wait, and we can do something more, we can pray."
"Yes, Connie, we can do that."
"And will you pray, father?"
"You do it, dear, for you know better what to say."
A slight flush came into her face as she knelt upon the ground before the fire. She knew the men were watching her, but she did not mind, for what were they to the ones now in peril?