"It is time to go home, Bebee," said Flamen.
CHAPTER XVIII.
So it came to pass that Bebee's day in the big forest came and went as
simply almost as any day that she had played away with the Varnhart
children under the beech shadows of Cambre woods.
And when he took her to her hut at sunset before the pilgrims had
returned there was a great bewildered tumult of happiness in her heart,
but there was no memory with her that prevented her from looking at the
shrine in the wall as she passed it, and saying with a quick gesture of
the cross on brow and bosom,--
"Ah, dear Holy Mother, how good you have been! and I am back again, you
see, and I will work harder than ever because of all this joy that you
have given me."
And she took another moss-rose and changed it for that of the morning,
which was faded, and said to Flamen.--
"Look--she sends you this. Now do you know what I mean? One is more
content when She is content."
He did not answer, but he held her hands against him a moment as they
fastened in the rose bud.
"Not a word to the pilgrims, Bebee--you remember?"
"Yes, I will remember.
Pages:
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189
190
191