"It is because they tell us of God's great love, Queenie! He holds the stars up in the sky, and He holds Evan in His hand too; so we must trust Him, Queenie, because He loves us so much."
Queenie's little lips kissed her over and over, and her arms clung confidingly round her.
"I won't cry any more," she whispered.
"That is right, darling. May I put you back into bed now?"
"Yes."
"I will come and tell you if the doctor says Evan is better. And you can ask God, Queenie. There is nothing so good as telling God."
So Queenie nestled into her pillow, closed her eyes with a peaceful look, and Lucia crept downstairs again, her own heart comforted and cheered.
After the doctor had looked in late that night, Lucia kept her promise, and bent over her little sister's crib.
"Darling!" she whispered.
"Yes?" said Queenie, rousing herself quickly.