Stealing a timid look over a
shoulder, she sought the countenance of Martha, and, studying her
lineaments for near a minute with intense regard, she laughed aloud in the
contagious merriment of an Indian girl.
"Thou hast not forgotten us! That glance at her who was the companion of
thy infancy assures me, and we shall soon again possess our Ruth in
affection, as we now possess her in the body. I will not speak to thee of
that fearful night when the violence of the savage robbed us of thy
presence, not of the bitter sorrow which beset us at thy loss; but there
is one who must still be known to thee, my child; He who sitteth above the
clouds, who holdeth the earth in the hollow of his hand, and who looketh
in mercy on all that journey on the path to which his own finger pointeth.
Hath he yet a place in thy thoughts? Thou rememberest His Holy Name, and
still thinkest of his power?"
The listener bent her head aside, as if to catch the full meaning of what
she heard, the shadows of deep reverence passing over a face that had so
lately been smiling.
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