"We all think you have a strong soul because you're so cheerful."
"Oh, I'm not!" said Charlie. "I've been beastly to Mother I'm so awfully disappointed that Dad won't let me go on the raft. It's the one thing I really enjoy! There's nothing else I can play at. It does seem a shame."
"We play lots of games," said Faith, "and we've no raft."
"No, but you are girls, and you can run about, and climb trees. I've had a miserable time shut up here all alone."
"I suppose," said Faith shyly, "you wouldn't like the Comforter to stay with you? I think you would feel better if He did. I don't know Him very well yet, but Timothy talks to me about Him. And I think it's so wonderful that He likes coming and living with boys and girls and making them happy and good and strong!"
"What do you mean?" asked Charlie.
"Timothy told me about Him first. If you're ill and unhappy, He would like to come to you and comfort you. That's why He's called the Comforter. Wherever He goes He comforts, and He does it perfectly, because, you know, He is God."
Faith's voice sank to an awed whisper.
"What a funny girl you are!" said Charlie. "You seemed as if you were talking about a real person!"
"But the Comforter is real."