"Your brothers! I do not see them. Where are they?"
"They went into their state-room a moment since;--right here, you know.
Shall I call them?"
"Yes, yes; I must speak to them."
They came hand in hand, in answer to Eddie's summons.
Herbert's eyes were full of tears, not of terror or grief; there seemed a
new happy light in each boyish face.
"Mamma," whispered Harold, putting his arm round her neck, his lips to her
ear, "we went away to be alone, Herbie and I; we knew what made you look
so sorry at us;--because you were afraid we didn't love Jesus; but we do,
mamma, and we went away to give ourselves to him; and we mean to be his
always, whether we live or die."
Glad tears rolled down her cheeks as she silently embraced first one, then
the other.
And so slowly the night wore away, a reign of terror for hours, while
every moment they were watching with despairing hearts for the smell of
fire or the bursting out of flames from the hold; their fears gave way to
a faint hope as time passed on and the catastrophe was still delayed; a
hope that grew gradually stronger and brighter, till at last it was lost
in glad certainty.
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