Helen looked puzzled.
"Why did you want a place with an invalid gentleman?"
"So as to be like the little servant in the Bible," was Peggy's prompt reply. "I somehow thinks I could 'elp him like the other girl did."
"But, Peggy, you need not wait for that opportunity," said Helen gently. "There are always people to be helped, even in our village—people who want to be told that Jesus will cure their souls if not their bodies."
"Do people have sick souls?" asked Peggy earnestly.
"Yes, indeed they do. The soul that hasn't Jesus living in it is always sick—sick unto death."
Peggy pondered over this.
"I'm a-goin' to think over those there three P's," she said presently. "And, please 'm, I've done one already."
"Which is that, Peggy?"
"Prayers 'm."