"Well, a real person is somebody you can see."
"If you can't see Him, you can hear Him," said Faith gravely. "There are lots of real things we can't see. The wind—"
"Oh, I know, but you're preaching a sermon."
"Am I?"
Faith subsided into silence. Presently she said:
"Then I can't tell you how to be happy and comforted, if you won't believe what Timothy says."
"Can you find out this puzzle?"
Charlie would have no more serious talk; and produced a little puzzle box with a padlock which opened itself in a wonderful way; Faith was interested at once. She paid him quite a long visit, and when the time came for her to go, Charlie produced two packets which he charged her to give to the wife and to Bolt.
"They're my wishes," he said. "You signed on to do what I told you for a year, and I'm still in command, though I'm ill!"
"Aye, sir, aye!" said Faith, saluting him in best style.