"What is it?" I whispered. "A death-light!"
"Some one looking for us!" she replied.
And, sure enough, in another moment a well-known voice called, "Children, where are you?"
"Here, mother!" we both cried out at once; and I started to my feet and would have run forward, but Amabel checked me.
"Wait!" said she. "Wait till we see the light, or we may be lost again."
It could have been but a short time, but it seemed endless, till the voice called again, "Children!"
And, joy of joys! We saw the light once more, and two dark figures coming through the gloom.
"Here, dear mother, here we are!" cried Amabel, for I could not make a sound; and in a moment more we were in the arms of the Superior and Mother Prudentia.
"Thank God, they are safe!" said the dear lady. "I feared we should have much more trouble in finding them. Hold the light well up, dear sister, and we will follow you. It will not do to miss our way again."
Mother Prudentia went first with the light, and we followed, each clinging to a hand of Mother Superior. As we passed along, and I saw how many branching passages and alleys there were, I could not wonder that we had missed our way.