"With the instinct of a
mother, she caught it up, and clasping it close to her panting bosom, was
delighted to find it cease wailing the moment it felt her arm. Andrew, who
had dropped the things he carried, and started at once after her, met her
half-way, so absorbed in her treasure trove, and so blind to aught else,
that he had to catch them both in his arms to break the imminent shock;
but she slipped from them, and, to his amazement, went on down the hill,
back the way they had come: clearly she thought of nothing but carrying the
infant home to her father; and here even the slow perception of her
companion understood her.
"Maggie, Maggie," he cried, "ye'll baith be deid afore ye win hame wi' 't!
Come on to my mither. There never was wuman like her for bairns! She'll ken
a hantle better nor ony father what to dee wi' 't!"
Maggie at once recovered her senses, and knew he was right--but not before
she had received an instantaneous insight that never after left her: now
she understood the heart of the Son of Man, come to find and carry back the
stray children to their Father and His.
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