But she wanted to be blessed, too, so she just crept shyly up on the outside of the crowd, hoping nobody would notice her--except Him.

I'm sure I know just how she felt.

Her heart must have beat and her hands must have got cold, like mine did when I asked you if I could stay.

She was afraid He mightn't notice her.

But it's likely He did, don't you think?
I've been trying to imagine it all out--her edging a little nearer all the time until she was quite close to Him; and then He would look at her and put His hand on her hair and oh, such a thrill of joy as would run over her! But I wish the artist hadn't painted Him so sorrowful looking.