But their birch and star they did not find. From farm to farm they looked; there were so many birches and so many stars, but not the right ones.
"Finland is so large, and we are so small," sighed the little girl, "I don't think we will ever find our home."
The boy said, "Do you believe in God?"
"Yes, you know I do," she answered.
"Remember then," continued the brother, "that greater miracles have been performed. When the three wise men journeyed to Bethlehem, a star went before them to show them the way. God will show us the way too."
"Yes, he will," answered the little girl. She always agreed with her brother. And bravely they trudged on.
One evening at the end of the month of May, they came to a lonely farm. This was in the second year of their wanderings. As they approached the house, they saw a large birch tree which stood in front of it. The light green leaves looked lovely in the bright summer evening and through the leaves shone the bright evening star. "That's our birch!" cried the boy.
"That is our star," whispered the little girl.
Each clasped the neck of the other and praised the good Lord with joyful hearts. "Here is the barn where father's horses stood," began the boy.