"Say afther me," and Anna told of an empty home and a sore heart. When she paused, Eliza groaned.
"Now tell 'im to lay 'is hand on yer tired head in token that He's wi' ye in yer disthress!"
Even to a dull intellect like Eliza's the suggestion was startling.
"Wud He do it, Anna?"
"Well, jist ask 'im an' then wait an' see!"
In faltering tones Eliza made her request and waited. As gently as falls an autumn leaf Anna laid her hand on Eliza's head, held it there for a moment and removed it.
"Oh, oh, oh, He's done it, Anna, He's done it, glory be t' God, He's done it!"
"Rise up, dear," Anna said, "an' tell me about it."
"There was a nice feelin' went down through me, Anna, an' th' han' was jist like yours!"
"The han' was mine, but it was God's too."