“Yes,” replied the girl, with a sigh.
“Why do you sigh, Mamalis? Are you unhappy, my poor girl?”
“It is very sad to be alone in my poor wigwam,” she replied.
“Then stay with us, Manteo is away, and will probably not be back for some days.”
“He would be angry if he came home and found me away.”
“Oh, my poor girl,” said Virginia, taking her tenderly by the hand, “I wish you could stay with me, and let me teach you as I used to about God and heaven. Oh, think of these things, Mamalis, and they will make you happy even when alone. Wouldn't you like to have a friend always near you when Manteo is away?”
“Oh yes,” said the girl earnestly.
“Well, there is just such a Friend who will never desert you; who is ever near to protect you in danger, and to comfort you in distress. Whose eye is never closed in sleep, and whose thoughts are never wandering from his charge.”
“That cannot be,” said the young Indian, incredulously.
“Yes, it both can be and is so,” returned her friend. “One who has promised, that if we trust in him he will never leave us nor forsake us. That friend is the powerful Son of God, and the loving Brother of simple man. One who died to show his love, and who lives to show his power to protect. It is Jesus Christ.”