"So I did. Little pitchers have long ears they say, but it's true."
They were silent for a moment or two.
"Do you know a friend of mine called Timothy Bendall?" asked Faith suddenly.
"I'm afraid I haven't that pleasure."
"He's an old man, a shepherd who has a cottage all his own, and he lets me come in and talk to him. He's told me how all the unhappy people in the world can get happy, every one of them."
The young man gave a short laugh.
"And what is the wonderful recipe? How is it done?"
Faith looked up at him with shining eyes.
"They get to know the Comforter, and fancy! I didn't know He was in the world. Nobody ever talks about Him. Timothy says He loves unhappy people. It's what He keeps in the world for, instead of living in heaven, just to comfort them and make them happy. I suppose you know Him, don't you?"
"What an old-fashioned mite you are! I didn't know children thought about such things—they're never unhappy."