The youngsters did go home but long after they had been sent
to bed, and their mother thought they were asleep, the boys crept out and down
the long tunnel-like hall to where they knew the men were confined, with their
feet in stocks.
Their sister was already there, hiding in the shadows. Acts
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Rufus bent closer to Zonya’s ear: “How did you get past the
guards?”
His little sister shrugged her shoulders as if to say that
wasn’t a problem. “I gave them some fresh dates.”
“You always were a favorite of theirs.”
“What about you?”
Rufus rubbed his thumb and finger together. “Coin.”
They all knew it wouldn’t have helped if they had wanted to see
anyone but Paul and Silas.
“Shh!” Lucas leaned forward, listening intently. They heard
voices, gentle voices, not loud, cursing, angry voices, not groanings cause by
intense pain but…
“Singing!” Zonya peered around the stone-walled corner to
get a closer look at their favorite prisoners and her brothers crowded behind
her.
The singing, although feeble at first grew stronger and
stronger until it seemed to fill the whole cell with vibrant, joyous sound.
The three children stared at each other with starry eyes.
“Surely God is here,” Lucas whispered.
They went back to their beds feeling greatly comforted,
until…
