Almost the only thing Mr. Field had found unhurt was mother's little
Greek Testament, which I had carried about, but utterly neglected
till then. Mr. Field saw my name in it, brought it to me, and kindly
said he was glad to restore it; none could be utterly desolate whose
study lay there. I was obliged to tell him how you had sent it after
me with that entreaty, which I had utterly neglected, and you can
guess how he urged it on me."
"You have gone on now," said her mother, looking up at her.
Janet's reply was to produce the little book from her handbag,
showing marks of service, and then to open it at the fly leaf. There
Caroline herself had written "Janet Hermann," with the reference to
St. Luke xv. 20. She had not dared to write more fully, but the good
minister of Burkeville had, at Janet's desire, put his own initials,
and likewise written in full:
"Refrain thy voice from weeping, and thine eyes from tears, for thy
work shall be rewarded, saith the Lord, and they shall come again
from the land of the enemy. And there is hope in thine end, saith
the Lord, that thy children shall come again to their own border."
"He might have written it for me," said Caroline. "My child-—one at
least is come to me."
"Or you have gone into her far country to seek her," said Janet.
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