them and get them to speak they slipped away from her like dreams.
She held up her arms to the sky and tears gushed out of her eyes as her lips whispered, "Do, Jedus, look down, hear my heart a-cryin to you." Then suddenly a clear silent voice spoke out of her pain, praying and calling on God.
The bright morning gave place to noon and the voice in her heart prayed steadily on. When her body got too weary and heavy to stay on its knees, she eased it down flat on the ground, moving quietly so as not to disturb her heart's praying. Surely, God could not help hearing and heeding if it kept on calling and calling on Him like this.
The sun, God's own great shadow, stood straight overhead, casting down spots of warm light on her. She raised up and tears fell on her breast for her head was still bent low.
Unex's soul must have climbed high by this time for he was young and strong.
To-day he would stand before his Maker. Unex was not hers any more. Maybe he had never been hers at all. Maum Hannah was always saying that people's children are not their children. Nobody belongs to anybody. Everybody belongs to God.
The shadows grew long and her weary, thirsty
