ies, oh! all that is within you sings, "I have more
than an overweight of joy!"

CHAPTER XIX

"Attracted by the Influence"

"It seems to have been a mistake to imagine that
the Divine Majesty on high was too exalted to take
any notice of our mean affairs. The great minds
among us are remarkable for the attention they
bestow upon minutiae . . . 'a sparrow cannot fall to
the ground without your Father.'"
_David Livingstone, Africa._

WE have now left Dohnavur, on the West, and returned to our old
battlefield on the East. The evening after our arrival one of those
special things happened, though only a little thing some will say--a
little child was brought.

[Illustration: This is not Pearl-eyes. Pearl-eyes is tinier, and has
more sparkle; but the Caste is the same, and as we have not got
Pearl-eyes, we put this small girl here.]

There is a temple in the Hindu village near us. We have often tried to
reach the temple women, poor slaves of the Brahmans. We have often seen
the little girls, some of them bought as infants from their mothers, and
trained to the terrible life. In one of the Mission day schools there is
a child who was sold by her "Christian" mother to these Servants of the
gods; but though this is known it cannot be proved, and the child has no
wish to leave the life, and she cannot be taken by force.

Sometimes we see the little girls playing in the courtyards of the
houses near the temple, gracious little maidens, winsome in their ways,
almost always more refined in manner than ordinary children, and
often beautiful. One longs to help the little things, but no hand of
ours can stretch over the wall and lift even one child out.

Among the little temple girls in the Great Lake Village was a tiny girl
called Pearl-eyes, of whom we knew nothing; but God must have some
purpose for her, for He sent His Angel to the house one afternoon, and
the Angel found little Pearl-eyes, and he took her by the hand and led
her out, across the stream, and through the wood, to a Christian woman's
house in our village. Next morning she brought her to us. This is what
really happened, I think; there is no other way to account for it. No
one remembers such a thing happening here before.

I was sitting reading in the verandah when I saw them come. The woman
was looking surprised. She did not know about the Angel, I expect, an