"No.

He says it would unsettle me, and they would be always worrying round, and he wants peace and quietness--but, oh, Miss Patch, they loved me so, it must have nearly broken their hearts! And--and I love them so, I feel sometimes I can't bear it, I can't, I can't.

I feel I _must_ run away and find my way back to them.

I am sure "-- hopefully--" I could." Miss Patch laid her thin hand very kindly on Jessie's bowed head.
"Don't ever do that, dear! Don't ever set yourself against God's will.

You are told in the Bible to obey your God and your earthly father, and God must have sent you here for some good purpose, dear.
Perhaps to teach you something we cannot understand yet, perhaps to bring help and happiness to--to others, to your mother, and dear little Charlie there, and--and me.
"God make my life a little staff, Whereon the weak may rest, That so what health and strength I have May serve my neighbours best.
"I think that is what God wants you for, little flower, to help us and bring joy to us in this gloomy corner of the world; and, oh, my dear, you have such chances here.