'Return unto your husband. You shall stay with Me although you return to him.'
She went back into the carriage weeping bitterly.
The news of the strange procession which was coming went on in front. All the way were people waiting, so that the crowd grew more and more. All that came had to make room for it, waiting till the press was gone. Though the way was long, but few seemed to tire. Those that were at the first continued to the end, the bands playing almost without stopping, and the people singing hymns.
By the time they neared London it was evening. The throng had grown so great the authorities began to be concerned. Policemen lined the roads, ready if necessary to preserve order. But their services were not needed, as Mr. Treadman proclaimed:
'Constables, we are, glad to see you. Representatives of the law, He who comes is the Lord. Therefore shout Hosanna with the best of us and give Him greeting.'
Presently someone pressed a piece of paper into his hand on which was written:
'If the Lord would but stay this night in the house of the chief of sinners.
'Miriam Powell.'
He took a pencil from his pocket, and wrote beneath:
'He shall stay in your house this night, thou daughter of the Lord.