He lay still and listened, for this seemed part of the dream.  Somebody was talking about him, and the words were very plain to Carl:—­

“Dear Father in Heaven, I have lost my little boy.  I am like Mary seeking for the Christ Child.  For His sake, give me my little child!”

Carl knew that voice, and in an instant he ran out crying:—­

“Mother! mother! here am I!”

And in all the joy of the king’s birth day, there was no joy so great as theirs.