"Do you suppose that father would spare Charity, too?" asked Hope of her sister.
"I know he would, if convinced that earth's people would receive her."
"Why, Faith, you speak with such confidence!"
"Because I know how good our father is, as you do yourself, Hope. If needed, she will come," said Faith, trustingly, thinking of her own experience that lonely night.
"Charity is so delicate," said Hope, a little doubtfully, "I do not quite see how she could endure this cold clime."
"She could not without our presence to sustain her," answered Faith.
"But, with us to help her, she could; for we can all live wherever we are called to do the work of our father."
"Let us lift the voices of our souls," said Hope; and they offered a silent prayer for their sister.
That night, in his abode of peace and comfort, the father walked to and fro; for the voices of his children on the earth, pleading for their sister, had reached him.