“Or to Dale, when you are far off.”
“Yes,—to Dale, or some one friend at Crofton. But there is only one Friend that one is quite sure to get strength from,—the same who has given strength to all the brave people that ever lived, and comfort to all sufferers. When the greatest of all sufferers wanted relief, what did He do?”
“He went by Himself, and prayed,” said Agnes.
“Yes, that is the way,” observed Hugh, as if he knew by experience.
Mr Shaw presently came, to say that tea was ready.
“I am too big a baby to be carried now,” cried Hugh, gaily. “Let me try if I cannot go alone.”
“Why,—there is the step at the parlour-door,” said Mr Shaw, doubtfully. “At any rate, stop till I bring a light.”
But Hugh followed close upon his uncle’s heels, and was over the step before his aunt supposed he was half way across the hall. After tea, his uncle and he were so full of play, that the ladies could hardly hear one another speak till Hugh was gone to bed, too tired to laugh any more.