No hand but His can touch that sickness you are
complaining of. Seek it, love — seek it. He will hear and help
you, no doubt of it, in every trouble you carry simply and
humbly to his feet; — he has _promised_, you know."
Ellen was weeping very much, but less bitterly than before;
the clouds were breaking, and light beginning to shine
through.
"Shall we pray together now?" said her companion, after a few
minutes' pause.
"Oh, if you please, Ma’am, do!" Ellen answered, through her
tears.
And they knelt together there on the moss beside the stone,
where Ellen's head rested and her friend's folded hands were
laid. It might have been two children speaking to their
father, for the simplicity of that prayer; difference of age
seemed to be forgotten, and what suited one suited the other.
It was not without difficulty that the speaker carried it
calmly through, for Ellen's sobs went nigh to check her more
than once. When they rose, Ellen silently sought her friend's
arms again, and laying her face on her shoulder and putting
both arms round her neck, she wept still — but what different
tears! It was like the gentle rain falling through sunshine,
after the dark cloud and the thunder and the hurricane have
passed by. And they kissed each other before either of them
spoke.
"You will not forget your Bible and prayer again, Ellen?"
"Oh, no, Ma’am.
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