r they're going
away to-morrow morning."

Johnson looked up with a grave, white face. Little Cissy, who was
sitting by Rose Allen, at once ran to her father, and twined her arm in
his, with an uneasy idea of being parted from him, though she did not
clearly understand what was to happen.

"Where?" was all Johnson seemed able to say.

"Black Nuns of Hedingham," said the porter. He did not say anything
about the temporary sojourn with Ursula Felstede.

Johnson groaned and drew Cissy closer to him.

"Don't be feared, Father," said Cissy bravely, though her lips quivered
till she could hardly speak. "Don't be feared: we'll never do anything
you've told us not."

"God bless thee, my darling, and God help thee!" said the poor father.
"Little Cissy, He must be thy Father now." And looking upwards, he
said, "Lord, take the charge that I give into Thine hands this night!
Be Thou the Father to these fatherless little ones, and lead them forth
by a smooth way or a rough, so it be the right way, whereby they shall
come to Thy holy hill, and to Thy tabernacle. Keep them as the apple of
Thine eye; hide them under the covert of Thy wings! I am no more in the
world; but these are in the world: keep them through Thy Name. Give
them back safe to my Helen and to me in the land that is very far-off,
whereinto there shall enter nothing that defileth. Lord, I trust them
to no man, but only unto Thee! Here me, O Lord my God, for I rest on
Thee. Let no man prevail against Thee. I have no might against this
company that cometh against me, neither know I what to do; but mine eyes
are upon Thee."

CHAPTER THIRTY.

"THEY WON'T MAKE ME!"

"What! Agnes Bongeor taken to the Moot Hall? Humph! they'll be
a-coming for me next. I must get on with my work. Let's do as much as
we can for the Lord, ere we're called to suffer for Him. Thou tookest
my message to Master Commissary, Doll?"

Dorothy Denny murmured something which did not reach the ear of Mrs
Wade.

"Speak up, woman! I say, thou tookest my message?"

"Well, Mistress, I thought--"

"A fig for thy thought! Didst give my message touching Johnson's
children?"

"N-o, Mistress, I,--"

"Beshrew thee for an unfaithful messenger. Dost know what the wise King
saith thereof? He says it is like a foot out of joint. Hadst ever thy
foot out o' joint? I have, and I tell thee, if thou hadst the one foot
out of joint, thou wouldst not want t'other. I knew well thou