"I know what you are thinking. You think the Lord has not heard your prayer. But you must not think that. I heard a great preacher from England once say that we must learn to 'trust Him where we could not trace Him,' and I think that if God has been preparing this thing while we were praying and claiming His promise, that in some way it is to answer our prayer. Come, let us trust Him, and tell him so." Right there by the stairs Mary Dunlap prayed, talking to the Lord as if He stood where she could see Him, asking directions for what they should do next. When the brief prayer was over the mother lifted her head and stood up. "Daisy is not used to traveling alone! Especially out in the night this way, and to a great city!" She spoke in a tone of deep anguish. "She is not alone!" said Mary Dunlap solemnly, "God is with her!" Then after an instant she added: "And there is no reason why we should not follow, is there? Wouldn't that be what the Lord would want? When is the next train?" "Not until five o'clock in the morning," sighed the mother. "Even so," said the steady traveler, "we shall not be so far behind her, and perhaps this was the only way to convince her, to let her see that it is all true. Sister, we've got to trust our Father! There just isn't anything else to do!" Daisy's mother looked up with a weak little trembling smile and with lips that quivered as she spoke the words, said: "All right!" "You good little sport!" said Mary Dunlap, and stooped down and kissed her. "Now," she said, "sit down a minute while we plan. I'll go back to the hotel and pack my grip. It takes just five minutes, I've done it in a hurry so many times. Then I'll get all the information needed about the train, and order a taxi to come for us, and I'll come back here. That ought not to take me more than three quarters of an hour. Let me see. It's now quarter of one. I'll be back here at half past. In the mean time, are you strong enough to get together what few things you'll need on the way while I'm gone? And can't you call your maid and give her directions about leaving the house for a few days? You can telegraph her afterward of course if you forget anything. Is she trustworthy?" "She's been with us fifteen years," said Mrs. Sheldon. "She simply takes care of us." "That's good then. Let's go. Work fast, and be done when I get back so we can get a few winks of sleep. Oh, yes, you've got to sleep or you would be sick and that wouldn't do. But you don't need to bother about breakfast. We'll get that on the train. Now, I'm off!" Mary Dunlap was as good as her word, did all she had promised to do with a few minor details thrown in. She was efficiency itself when it came to any kind of a crisis. She was back three minutes ahead of her schedule and standing over the poor bewildered mother, whose eyes kept blurring with tears as she tried to go about and gather up the things she would need.