THE SINGING OF THE BEES
"MOTHER, didst thou not say thy prayers last night?"
"Twice, my child."
"Once before the little shrine, and once beside my bed—is it not so?"
"It is so, my Fanchon. What hast thou in thy mind?"
"Thou didst pray that the storm die in the hills, and the flood cease, and that my father come before it was again the hour of prayer. It is now the hour. Canst thou not hear the storm and the wash of the flood? And my father does not come!"
"My Fanchon, God is good."
"When thou wast asleep I rose from my bed, and in the dark I kissed the feet of—Him—on the little Calvary; and I did not speak, but in my heart I called."
"What didst thou call, my child?"
"I called to my father: ‘Come back-come back!’"
"Thou shouldst have called to God, my Fanchon."
"I loved my father, and I called to him."
"Thou shouldst love God."
"I knew my father first. If God loved thee, He would answer thy prayer. Dost thou not hear the cracking of the cedar trees and the cry of the wolves—they are afraid. All day and all night the rain and wind come down, and the birds and wild fowl have no peace. I kissed—His feet, and my throat was full of
