"In my need I opened my heart to your good and loving God, and I will never more pray to any other.

The mere thought of Him strengthened and comforted me, and now, if ever, in this hour I need His merciful support." "My child, my daughter!" cried the deaconess, deeply moved; she bent over Sirona, kissed her forehead and her lips, and led her by the hand into her quiet sleeping-room.
"This is the place where I most love to pray," she said, "although there is here no image and no altar.

My God is everywhere present and in every place I can find Him." The two women knelt down side by side, and both besought the same God for the same mercies--not for themselves, but for another; and both in their sorrow could give thanks--Sirona, because in Dorothea she had found a mother, and Dorothea, because in Sirona she had found a dear and loving daughter..