"Where is she ?" Mrs.Jonas White rose, approached Maria, and put her arms around her caressingly.

"You poor, dear child," she sobbed, "I guess you do feel it.

You did set a heap by that blessed little thing, didn't you ?" "She is in the hands of the Lord," said Mrs.Applegate.
"If the police of New York were worth anything, she would be in the police station by this time," said Mrs.Adams, with a fierce toss of her pretty blond head.
"We know not where His islands lift their fronded palms in air; we only know we cannot drift beyond His love and care," said Mrs.
Applegate, with a solemn aside.

Tears were in her own eyes, but she resolutely checked her impulse to weep.

She felt that it would show a lack of faith.