“I am sorry we left the beautiful shady banana tree and the brook. It is so hot, and I am very thirsty,” said the boy, sadly. So they both looked for water, but could find none.
“God will give us some by and by,” said the little sister. “Let us sit down and eat our dinner.”
They ate their bananas with sad hearts, and the wide world seemed very desolate. All around them the grass was withered, and the trees and shrubs were dying for want of water.
Though they were so much fatigued, and it was very warm, they were too thirsty to think of rest, and all the afternoon they wandered about looking for water and finding none.
By and by the twilight came on, then the stars and the great golden moon shone upon the pale face of the children, glistening with tears.
“What shall we do, sister,” said the boy, weeping, and falling upon the ground in despair; “we shall die, we can not be buried by the Lake of the Tuleis, with the dear papa and mamma.”
“Do not cry, brother,” said the little Zoie, her own eyes filling with tears. “I am sure God will help us, and if he lets us die here, he will send the birds to cover us with leaves, as they did the poor little ‘children in the woods.’”
She put her arms around her brother’s neck, and kissed him, saying again, “Do not cry, dear, God will help us, he is our ‘Father who art in heaven.’”
So they started again, and very soon they saw a tiny light shining through the trees, and as they ran forward it grew brighter, and clearer, and they heard a very pleasant sound, the rushing of waters.
Taking heart again, they urged their little weary feet forward, till they came to a mill, and the clear light shone from the comfortable room, in which sat the weary miller, by a glowing fire, while his young son prepared the supper.