"'Tis just her little winning way and her big heart," said Timothy; "and then when she talks to folk, she has always something big to talk about."
"How do you mean?" asked Charity.
Old Timothy rubbed his head slowly. It was a way he had when he was thinking.
"I was reading in the Book t'other day," he said, "and it made me think how the little maid be as good as her name. Do you remember the gran' chapter of the heroes who lived by faith? 'Tis said amongst the list of their noble doin's, that 'through faith they obtained promises,' and 'out of weakness were made strong.' Now, through Miss Faith talkin' I know more than one body hereabout who have obtained most precious promises and have been made strong!"
Charity and Hope were silent. They wished the old man good-bye and went on to the Hall.
"I don't understand Timothy," said Hope at last, "he talks as if Faith preaches to people."
"No, she just talks," said Charity, "but I suppose she talks about the Things we don't talk about, and it does people good."
Hope said nothing more, but the little girls found themselves repeating to Lady Melville what the old man had said.
"Children are rather prigs when they talk goody," said Charity—"at least, we think they are; but Timothy seemed to say that Faith had been doing great things just like the Bible people."
"I don't think little Faith is at all a prig," said Lady Melville gently; "you know if we are very full of anything we can't help talking about it. It bubbles up at once like a little spring in the ground which gets over full when a storm of rain comes. Faith has a great realisation of the Holy Spirit, the Comforter, and because she believes He makes every sad person happy, she talks to everybody who is sad, about Him. She can't help doing it. Dear little Faith! Why, even when she talks to me, I feel myself stronger in my faith when she goes away!"