Saki
"The Chronicles Of Clovis"
``I feel sure that a hy
na has not eaten him,'' she
said lamely.
``The hyna may be equally certain that it has. You
see, it may have just as much faith as you have, and more
special knowledge as to the present whereabouts of the
baby.''
Mrs. Momeby was in tears again. ``If you have faith,'' she
sobbed, struck by a happy inspiration, ``won't you find our
little Erik for us? I am sure you have powers that are
denied to us.''
Rose-Marie Gilpet was thoroughly sincere in her adherence
to Christian Science principles; whether she understood or
correctly expounded them the learned in such manners may
best decide. In the present case she was undoubtedly
confronted with a great opportunity, and as she started
forth on her vague search she strenuously summoned to her
aid every scrap of faith that she possessed. She passed out
into the bare and open high road, followed by Mrs. Momeby's
warning, ``It's no use going there, we've searched there a
dozen times.'' But Rose-Marie's ears were already deaf to
all things save self-congratulation; for sitting in the
middle of the highway, playing contentedly with the dust and
some faded buttercups, was a white-pinafored baby with a mop
of tow-coloured hair tied over one temple with a pale-blue
ribbon.
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