"Then here is work for me to do for the Master," thought Mildred, and sent up a silent petition, "Lord, teach me how to lead her to thee."
Chapter Seventh.
"O thou child of many prayers!
Life hath quicksands, life hath snares!"
—Longfellow.
A bright ray of sunshine stealing in between the silken curtains fell athwart Mildred's eyes and awoke her.