"Charity is so delicate," said Hope, a little doubtfully, "I do not quite
see how she could endure this cold clime."
"She could not without our presence to sustain her," answered Faith.
"But, with us to help her, she could; for we can all live wherever we
are called to do the work of our father."
"Let us lift the voices of our souls," said Hope; and they offered a
silent prayer for their sister.
* * * * *
That night, in his abode of peace and comfort, the father walked to and
fro; for the voices of his children on the earth, pleading for their
sister, had reached him.
It was not without a struggle that he called the only remaining child
to his side to look upon her for the last time for many years.
"It must be," he said, "and then will my sacrifice be perfect; and from
perfect sacrifice must fullness of good come forth. Faith alone could not
perfect the work; Hope's added brightness was not all that was needed.
Charity must be added." And he drew the fair, frail form to his side, and
told her to go for her mantle.
He enveloped her slight figure in the spotless garment, and, placing
her in the care of Zephyr, the gentle west wind, who was always faithful
to her charges, bade her depart, with his prayers and blessings.
Zephyr was very tender of her charge, and, after what seemed a long
journey to Charity, she laid her on a soft bed of moss in a pleasant
woodland, where her sisters were gathering flowers.
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