"Master Geoffery, Master Geoffery," lisped one laughing urchin, "hide
me; there is Alice--she'll not let me go. We are to ride on two great
horses; and I shall have a sword, and sister Julia a coach."
Here nurse Alice made her appearance. She had been weeping: tears and
entreaties were vain. She asked permission to accompany them; but with a
frown Hildebrand Wentworth had chidden her from his presence. Since the
loss of her mother, and almost from the time that news had arrived of
their father's death, which happened a little while before the birth of
Julia, she had borne a mother's part to her little charge; and had it
been allowed her, she would gladly have served them without reward.
Fearful of leaving them, she had followed hastily into the room. With a
searching glance she eyed the stranger for a while; then suddenly
turning to the children, she addressed them with great seriousness and
affection.
"Harry, you have not repeated your prayer this morning. Do you think God
will take care of you to-day, if you ask Him not?"
Here the rebuked boy grew silent; and with a suffused face, ran to his
nurse.
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