' When
she don't know which way to turn,
she stands still an' ses, `Speak, Lord,
thy servant 'eareth,' an' then she does
wotever next comes into 'er mind--
an' she says it's allus the right answer.
Sometimes," sheepishly, "I've tried
it myself--p'raps it's true. I did it
this mornin' when I sat down an'
pulled me sack over me 'ead on the
bridge. Polly 'd been cryin' so loud
all night I'd got a bit low in me
stummick an'--" She stopped suddenly
and turned on Dart as if light
had flashed across her mind. "Dunno
nothin' about it," she stammered,
"but I SAID it--just like she does--
an' YOU come!"
Plainly she had uttered whatever
words she had used in the form of a
sort of incantation, and here was the
result in the living body of this man
sitting before her. She stared hard
at him, repeating her words: "YOU
come. Yes, you did."
"It was the answer," said Miss
Montaubyn, with entire simplicity as
she bit off her thread, "that 's wot it
was."
Antony Dart lifted his heavy
head.
"You believe it," he said.
"I 'm livin' on believin' it," she
said confidingly. "I ain't got
nothin' else. An' answers keeps
comin' and comin'."
"What answers?"
"Bits o' work--an' things as
'elps. Glad there, she's one."
"Aw," said Glad, "I ain't nothin'.
I likes to 'ear yer tell about it. She
ses," to Dart again, a little slowly, as
she watched his face with curiously
questioning eyes--"she ses 'E'S in
the room--same as 'E's everywhere
--in this 'ere room.
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