“Then I will,” and she flew at the top of her speed to the bank where he was sitting.
“May I go and see that lady out on the rock, papa?”
“Why? Do you know her?”
“No, but I must go,” and as she spoke Dawn's eyes had that strange look which betokened an inner vision.
“Yes, daughter, go,” was his answer, and she bounded from his side, and was close to the weeping stranger, in an instant.
Her father watched her with the deepest interest, and almost wished himself within hearing.
She did not approach the stranger quietly, but with one bound sprang and threw her arms around her neck, saying in a voice deeper and stronger than her own:
“Pearl, I am here. Weep no more!”
The young girl thrilled, but not with terror, for to her such things were of frequent occurrence. Yet the proof to her now of the presence of the unseen was of such a positive nature, more tangible than she had felt for months, that all her accumulated doubts gave way, and the pure waters of faith flowed over her soul.
Here, among strangers, where none knew her name, or her grief, had the voice of her loved one spoken. Why should she doubt? Why should thousands, who have every day a similar experience?