"Ay, ay, I have no doubt about His strength. But I don't believe He would have done it. He would not have saved it against its will. He didn't want a rebellious lamb in His fold."
Joe lowered the candle and placed it upon a shelf. Then he looked intently into his companion's face.
"Jean doesn't want to come back," he whispered. "She's not like that lamb," and he jerked his thumb toward the picture.
"Perhaps she will change her mind," Douglas suggested.
"Do you think so?" was the eager question.
"Let us hope so, at any rate. But, come, you are worn out, and must get some sleep. Trust your trouble to the Good Shepherd. He will find some way to bring back your wandering lamb."
Douglas walked swiftly home, and obtained a little sleep before the work of the day began.
"Ye should have stayed in bed longer," Jake greeted, as he joined him at the barn.
"That's not my habit when there's work to be done," Douglas replied.
"But ye did an extry piece of work last night, though. Great punkins! how I'd like to 'ave been there."