“Yes, quite—even the tankard has been found. Mrs. Lovel—the lady of the forest, you remember—her servant picked it up and gave it to us last night.”
“Did she?” answered Phil. “I thought I had lost it in the bog. It fretted mother. I am glad it is found.”
“And do you know that the lady is Rachel’s and Kitty’s mother?”
“Oh, how nice! How glad Rachel will be, and Kitty too! Isn’t God very good, Rupert?”
“Yes,” answered Rupert in a strong, manly young voice.
“Rupert, you’ll be sure to love Aunt Grizel, won’t you?”
“Yes, yes. I wish you wouldn’t talk so much, little chap; you look awfully ill. Do let me carry you home.”
“No; let me rest here on your shoulder. Rupert, there is another lady of the forest. Rachel’s and Kitty’s mother is not the only one. I saw her in a dream. She is coming to me to-day; she said so, Rupert.”
“Yes.”
“I have suffered—awfully; but God has been very good—and I shan’t suffer any more—I’m so happy.”