The little Pilgrim wondered to find herself with the woman resting upon her on one side, and the man seated silent on the other, neither having, it appeared, any guide but only herself, who knew so little.  How was she to lead them in the paths which she did not know?—­and she was exhausted by the agitation of her struggle with the woman whom she felt to be her charge.  But in this moment of silence she had time to remember the face of the Lord, when he gave her this commission, and her heart was strengthened.  The man all this time sat and watched, looking eagerly all about him, examining the faces of those who went and came:  and sometimes he made a little start as if to go and speak to some one he knew; but always drew back again and looked at the little Pilgrim, as if he had said, “This is the one who will serve me best.”  He spoke to her again after a while and said, “I suppose you are one of the guides that show the way.”

“No,” said the little Pilgrim, anxiously.  “I know so little!  It is not long since I came here.  I came in the early morning—­”

“Why, it is morning now.  You could not come earlier than it is now.  You mean yesterday.”

“I think,” said the Pilgrim, “that yesterday is the other side; there is no yesterday here.”

He looked at her with the keen look he had, to understand her the better; and then he said,—­

“No division of time!  I think that must be monotonous.  It will be strange to have no night; but I suppose one gets used to everything.  I hope though there is something to do.  I have always lived a very busy life.  Perhaps this is just a little pause before we go—­to be—­to have—­to get our—­appointed place.”

He had an uneasy look as he said this, and looked at her with an anxious curiosity, which the little Pilgrim did not understand.

“I do not know,” she said softly, shaking her head.  “I have so little experience.  I have not been told of an appointed place.”

The man looked at her very strangely.

“I did not think,” he said, “that I should have found such ignorance here.  Is it not well known that we must all appear before the judgment-seat of God?”

There words seemed to cause a trembling on the still air, and the woman on the other side raised herself suddenly up, clasping her hands and some of those who had just entered heard the words, and came and crowded about the little Pilgrim, some standing, some falling down upon their knee, all with their faces turned towards her.  She who had always been so simple and small, so little used to teach; she was frightened with the sight of all these strangers crowding, hanging upon her lips, looking to her for knowledge.  She knew not what to do or what to say.  The tears came into her eyes.