n the
ground, and made her lean her head against her shoulder, and thus they
remained very still for a little time, saying no more. It seemed to the
little Pilgrim that her companion had fallen asleep, and perhaps it was
so, after so much agitation. All this time there had been people
passing, entering by the many doors. And most of them paused a little to
see where they were, and looked round them, then went on; and it seemed
to the little Pilgrim that, according to the doors by which they
entered, each took a different way. While she watched, another came in
by the same door as that at which the woman who was her charge had come
in. And he too stumbled and looked about him with an air of great
wonder and doubt. When he saw her seated on the ground, he came up to
her, hesitating as one in a strange place who does not want to betray
that he is bewildered and has lost his way. He came with a little
pretence of smiling, though his countenance was pale and scared, and
said, drawing his breath quick, "I ought to know where I am, but I have
lost my head, I think. Will you tell me which is the way?"

"What way?" cried the little Pilgrim, for her strength was gone from
her, and she had no word to say to him. He looked at her with that
bewilderment on his face, and said, "I find myself strange, strange. I
ought to know where I am; but it is scarcely daylight yet. It is perhaps
foolish to come out so early in the morning." This he said in his
confusion, not knowing where he was, nor what he said.

"I think all the ways lead to our Father," said the little Pilgrim
(though she had not known this till now). "And the dear Lord walks
about them all. Here you never go astray."

Upon this the stranger looked at her, and asked in a faltering voice,
"Are you an angel?" still not knowing what he said.

"Oh, no, no. I am only a Pilgrim," she replied.

"May I sit by you a little?" said the man. He sat down drawing long
breaths as though he had gone through great fatigue; and looked about
with wondering eyes. "You will wonder, but I do not know where I am," he
said. "I feel as if I must be dreaming. This is not where I expected to
come. I looked for something very different; do you think there can have
been any mistake?"

"Oh, never that," she said; "there are no mistakes here."

Then he looked at her again, and said--

"I perceive that you belong to this country, though you say you are a
pilgrim. I should be grateful if you would t