The rest of the party wandered about the
cathedral, and looked at the monuments, and presently went up into the
Whispering Gallery, but Jasmine felt suddenly tired and disinclined to
move about.
"Go on with Daisy, Poppy," she said to her companion; "I will rest
here for a little;" then she seated herself on one of the chairs, and
in a moment or two went down on her knees and covered her childish
face with her hands.
Not at all long was Jasmine's prayer, but somehow it was very fervent,
and it certainly reached a Presence which gives strength and peace.
She was no longer oppressed by St. Paul's--she was comforted and
strengthened.
"I do hope God will help us," she said to herself. "Oh! was it very,
very rash of us to come up here?--and yet, what else could we do? It
was Primrose's thought, too, and she is always so wise, and so
grown-up."
Jasmine looked round the cathedral, hoping to see her party--they
were, of course, nowhere within sight, and the little girl began to
walk about by herself, hoping soon to rejoin them. She dropped her
umbrella, and a gentleman who had been watching her for some time with
interest stooped to pick it up. He was a young man of about
six-and-twenty, with a bright and pleasant face.
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