“Here?”
“Over near that rock.” He pointed with an extended forefinger.
“Did he tell you his name?”
A vigorous shake of the head answered this.
“Do you think you could tell us what he looked like?”
“He looked sorry, until I told him about the ‘very present help’ and ‘God is love’—‘unfailing, quick.’”
Judith’s breath was coming with difficulty.
“It couldn’t be—it couldn’t,” she whispered. “And, yet, he might have been drawn back to this place, even as I was!”
“I think that it was Gilbert,” Mother Graham answered steadily. “‘All things work together for good,’ Judith; remember that, dear, and take courage.”
“He’s coming back,” Gerald announced.