He lay still and listened, for this seemed part of the dream. Somebody was talking about him, and the words were very plain to Carl:—
"Dear Father in Heaven, I have lost my little boy. I am like Mary seeking for the Christ Child. For His sake, give me my little child!"
Carl knew that voice, and in an instant he ran out crying:—
"Mother! mother! here am I!"
And in all the joy of the king's birth day, there was no joy so great as theirs.
Footnote
[1] Air Nancy Lee.
