His breathing came quick and short; his hold was tense.

In that moment the child's pure spirit recognized that the image had crumbled in her shrine, but the brave heart of her did not flinch.

Very tenderly she veiled the ruin.

The element of worship had vanished in that single instant of revelation; but her love remained, and it shone out to him like a beacon as he knelt there in abasement by her side.
"But you're sorry," she whispered.

"You would undo the bad things if you could." "God knows I would!" he said.
"Perhaps He will undo them for you," she murmured softly.