GOLD DUST
FIRST PART
Translated and abridged from French by E. L. E. B. Edited by CHARLOTTE M. YONGE
XXXIII
"Mother," asked a child, "since nothing is ever lost, where do all our thoughts go?"
"To God," answered the mother gravely, "who remembers them forever."
"Forever!" said the child. He bent his head, and, drawing closer to his mother, murmured, "I am frightened!"
Which of us have not felt the same?