"I have a pony at home and I'm a little afraid when I'm on him, and I'm afraid of strange places and people, and of doing difficult things like crossing water on a plank, and of—of the dark, only I know being afraid of the dark is wicked."
"Why?"
"Because God is taking care of me just the same."
"Ah!" said Mrs. Bolland. "We don't all believe that as we ought to do. When dark clouds come, and trouble and disappointment, we don't trust in God then."
"Miss Bertha gave me a text to say to myself," said Christina.
"'What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee.'
"I say it every time I'm frightened."
"Ah!" said Mrs. Bolland with a long sigh. Then in a different tone she said almost in a whisper: "Is Mr. Bolland there, dearie?"
"No, he has just gone out of the room."
"Ah!" sighed the old lady again. "I must remember your text.