"To pray."
"What will they ask?"
"Light! light!"
"Can all go?"
"Yes, all."
"Let us go, Mother; let us go! There is a voice down there that calls me often."
The mother looked back at the little dark house, then down the road where the one point of light moved on.
"Come, let us go; let us follow it," she said, taking his hand and hurrying down the steep way in the darkness.
Through the long, wild night they toiled on and on. Always the little light went before, and always Hansei and his mother followed where it led.
Once Hansei cried out: "See, Mother, the torch is the star, and we are the shepherds seeking the little Christ-child!" And he laughed.