She did so; and I followed up two flights of stairs.

I crept as I was able; and when she said, 'Go in there,' I obeyed, asking for my trunk, which was soon placed by me.

My room was furnished some like the 'prophet's chamber,' except there was no 'candlestick;' so when I could creep down I begged for a light, and it was granted.

Then I flung myself on the bed and cried, until I could cry no longer.

I rose up and tried to pray; the Saviour seemed near.