Let us have faith.

God is good." Thus the mother.

The words were simple and effective, although, eight years being now to be added to the thirteen she had attained when last we saw her, Tirzah was no longer a child.
"I will try and be strong, mother," she said.

"Your suffering must be as great as mine; and I do so want to live for you and my brother! But my tongue burns, my lips scorch.

I wonder where he is, and if he will ever, ever find us!" There is something in the voices that strikes us singularly--an unexpected tone, sharp, dry, metallic, unnatural.
The mother draws the daughter closer to her breast, and says, "I dreamed about him last night, and saw him as plainly, Tirzah, as I see you.