So Faith knelt down. She was so much in earnest that all shyness had left her.
"Please, Lord Jesus, will you tell the Comforter to come here quick, for He's wanted. Timothy says You promised to send Him to everybody when You went away. And please let Him comfort this poor sick woman, for Jesus' sake. Amen."
It was only a child's prayer, but it reached Heaven as all such prayers do, and a look of relief and peace crept over the woman's face.
"A prayer said over one always does good," she murmured; and then they heard little Dan clambering up into the van with milk.
She drank it eagerly, and told the boy to put the horse in the van, and drive on as fast as he could.
"I won't be taken into the 'Firmary," she muttered.
So Faith wished her good-bye, and slipped down, and went home.
Charity and Hope were in the garden. She told her story to them. Charity was very interested.
"What was the van like inside? Oh, I wish I had been there! How did you dare to do it? They might have driven off with you, and we should never have heard of you again."
"I should like to have gone," said Faith. "The poor woman had no little girl to do anything for her. The inside wasn't nearly as nice as the outside, it was stuffy and untidy, and not very clean. There seemed no room for anything."