“Yes, sir, indeed I do.”
“But we must send you back to your uncle—at least, so the police say—and what then?”
“No one can send us back unless it is God’s will we should go: father said He is stronger than men.”
“But how will God hinder it?”
“That I cannot tell. He has promised to help those who call upon Him, and what He promises He is sure to do; mother taught us that.”
All who were standing round the children were touched by the simple faith of this young boy, and the gentleman was silent for a moment, while a tear came into his eye. Then he said, “The Saviour’s words come home to me with fresh force, ‘Except ye become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.’”
The children were then put under the housekeeper’s charge, who gave them a good supper, of which they were much in need. The pretty and comfortable beds were not less welcome, where they slept soundly till long after the sun had risen.
At this house our little friends remained till matters were arranged with their uncle. Letters were dispatched telling him they had been found. He was very unwilling to give them up; but at last all obstacles were removed, and their grandfather’s address having been procured, they were in due time sent to him under charge of a faithful servant.
No doubt the old man gave them a hearty welcome. We can tell you little farther about them, but we know they helped to cheer his old age. They did what they could to lighten his cares; Nanny learnt to play skilfully on the harp, so that in course of time, when her grandfather’s eyesight failed, she was able to fill his place. When the young people were out at any time on errands or work, and their grandfather was left alone, the trusty Pomeranian they had named “Caesar” remained in the house as his companion; and when the old man became feeble, and had to rest often in bed, the faithful creature slept at his feet, keeping kindly watch over his aged master.
Nor must I forget to add that twice every year, at Christmas and Easter, one of the servants was sent from the castle (though it was a long way distant) with a large basket of provisions. With what delight, you may imagine, the hamper was opened and the contents, one by one, taken out! In autumn, too, when the fruit was ripe, some grapes and peaches occasionally found their way to the humble cottage-home.