“Yes.”
“Does He send all of them, mama?”
“Yes, dear, all of them. None of them comes by accident; He alone sends them, and always out of love for us, and to make us better.”
“Isn't it strange?”
“Strange? Why, no, I have never thought of it in that way. I have not heard any one call it strange before. It has always seemed natural and right to me, and wise and most kindly and merciful.”
“Who first thought of it like that, mama? Was it you?”
“Oh no, child, I was taught it.”
“Who taught you so, mama?”
“Why, really, I don't know—I can't remember. My mother, I suppose; or the preacher. But it's a thing that everybody knows.”
“Well, anyway, it does seem strange. Did He give Billy Norris the typhus?”