“And if he doesn’t gather me,” Ruby murmurs, staring straight up into the clear, blue sky, “what shall I do? Oh, what shall I do?”
CHAPTER V.
THE BUSH FIRE.
“Will you shew yourself gentle, and be merciful for Christ’s sake to poor and needy people, and to all strangers destitute of help?”
“I will so shew myself, by God’s help.”
Consecration of Bishops, Book of Common Prayer.
JACK’S card is placed upright on the mantel-piece of Ruby’s bedroom, its back leaning against the wall, and before it stands a little girl with a troubled face, and a perplexed wrinkle between her brows.
“It says it there,” Ruby murmurs, the perplexed wrinkle deepening. “And that text’s out of the Bible. But when there’s nobody to be kind to, I can’t do anything.”