Your daughter,
Adina.
[LETTER XII.]
My Dear Father:
Let me resume the interesting subject of which my letters have been so full.
It is now eight weeks since our return from Gilgal. For five weeks after we reached Jerusalem, we heard nothing of Jesus, until John, son of Elisaph, reappeared. He and Lazarus came into the city together, and to the house of Rabbi Amos. Our first inquiry was:
"Have you seen him? Have you heard anything from him?"
"John has seen him," answered Lazarus, seriously. "Ask him, and he will tell you all."
We looked at John, who sat sad and pensive, as if he were dwelling in his mind upon some painful, yet tender, sorrow. The eyes of my Cousin Mary, which always caught their lustre from his, were shaded with an inquiring look of sympathy and solicitude.