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I softly got out of bed, wrapped the coverlid round me, and
knelt down to pray. For I had no time to lose. To-morrow I
must meet my little companion, and to-morrow I _must_ be ready
to walk as a child of light, and to-night the fires of
darkness were burning in my heart. I was long on my knees. I
remember, in a kind of despair at last I flung myself on the
word of Jesus, and cried to Him as Peter did when he saw the
wind boisterous. I remember, how the fire died out in my
heart, till the very coals were dead; and how the day and the
sunlight came stealing in, till it was all sunshine. I gave my
thanks, and got into bed, and slept without a break the rest
of the night.
CHAPTER XI.
A PLACE IN THE WORLD.
I was a humbler child when I got out of bed the next morning,
I think, than ever I had been in my life before. But I had
another lesson to learn.
I was not angry any more at Miss St. Clair. That was gone.
Even when she did one or two other mischievous things to me,
the rising feeling of offence was quickly got under; and I
lived in great charity with her.
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