"I have found out," said Elizabeth, looking up shyly with a great light in
her eyes. "I have found what it all means. Have you? O, I have wanted so
much to know whether you had found out too!"
"Found out what?" he asked half sadly that he did not understand.
"Found out how God hides us. Found what a friend Jesus Christ can be."
"You are just the same," said the man with satisfaction in his eyes. "You
have not been changed nor spoiled. They could not spoil you."
"Have you found out too?" she asked softly. She looked up into his eyes
with wistful longing. She wanted this thing so very much. It had been in
her prayers for so long.
He could not withdraw his own glance. He did not wish to. He longed to be
able to answer what she wished.
"A little, perhaps," he said doubtfully. "Not so much as I would like to.
Will you help me?"
"_He_ will help you. You will find Him if you search for Him with all your
heart," she said earnestly. "It says so in His book."
Then came more music, wistful, searching, tender. Did it speak of the
things of heaven to other souls there than those two?
He stooped down, and said in a low tone that somehow seemed to blend with
the music like the words that fitted it,
"I will try with all my heart if you will help me."
She smiled her answer, brimming back with deep delight.
Into the final lingering notes of an andante from one of Beethoven's
sublime symphonies clashed the loud voice of Lizzie:
"O Bess! Bess! B-es-see! I say, Bessie! Ma says we'll have to go over by
the cars now if we want to get a seat.
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