ate at night, that he might
try to hear tidings of them; the policemen were making inquiries in all
directions; the neighbours were scouring the city from one end to the
other.

Jack and Sally's father and mother were walking about the whole night,
looking for their children in all places, likely and unlikely. And
Poppy's poor mother, who could not leave the babies, paced up and down
her room, and looked anxiously from her window, and trembled each time
that footsteps came down the court.

She could do nothing herself to help her little girl, but she had a
strong Friend who could help her. Again and again, through that long
anxious night, Poppy's mother asked the Lord to watch over her child,
and to bring her safe home again.

Only one trace of the children had been found when morning dawned; Sally
had dropped her little handkerchief on the path leading to the river;
this handkerchief had been found by a policeman, and it had been shown
to Sally's mother, and she had said, with tears in her eyes, that it
belonged to her little girl.

Could the children be drowned in the river? This was the terrible fear
which the neighbours whispered to each other, as they met together after
the night's search. But no one mentioned it to Poppy's mother.

'I wouldn't tell her about that there handkercher, poor thing,' said one
to another 'maybe they're not in the river after all.'

In the morning, as soon as it was light, search was to be made in the
water for the bodies, and every one in Grey Friars Court waited
anxiously for the result.

Very early in the morning the cathedral door was unlocked, and one of
the vergers, an old man of the name of Standish, entered with his wife,
old Betty Standish, and with his daughter Rose Ann, to make the
cathedral fires, and put all in readiness for the services of the day.
As the two women raked out the cinders and ashes from the stoves, the
sound echoed through the hollow building, and woke the sleeping children
in the tower.

Jack sprang to his feet at once, as he saw the dim grey light stealing
down the staircase, and as he heard the voices in the cathedral.

'It's morning at last,' he said; 'now we shall get out;' and he hammered
with all his might on the door.

But the women were making so much noise themselves that the sound did
not attract their attention; they went on with their fire-lighting and
took no notice. Then the children began to call out--

'Let us out--let us out, pl