There was a moment of weighty silence as he finished speaking. Thenthe voice of the Burgomeister's wife was heard in the stillness."0h, Mynheer Pastoor," she said to the priest, "what shall we do?There is no place to go to we have no refuge!"

"God is our refuge and strength, my kidren," exclaimed the priest,lifting his eyes to heaven. "We sometimes have no other! You must stayhere, and if the terrible Germans come, hide yourselves away asbest you can, until they have passed by. Do not anger them byresisting. Bow your heads to the storm and have faith in God thatit may soon pass over." He turned and led the way toward thelittle church as he spoke. "Come," he exclaimed, "let us pray beforeGod's holy altar, and if the enemy comes, seek refuge in thechurch itself. Surely even the Germans will respect thesanctuary."