'Poor man!' said the little daughter.
The father lifted her gently from his knee, and went out without a word. The touch of a hand upon his shoulder roused the stranger, and he looked into David's face.
'What are you doing?' asked David.
'Praying.'
'For what?'
'For strength, for comfort I need both. Turn your face from me! I am breaking down!'
A great sob came from the stranger's heart. David, with averted face, stood steady and silent for full five minutes. Then placed his hand upon the stranger's shoulder, and spoke:
'Come with me. I can give you a shelter to-night. My wife sent me to you.'
'God bless her!'
'Amen. Come, mate.'