"When people have eaten up all the bread there is, and there is no more, even in the shops."
"How dreadful!" exclaimed Maggie.
"Very," said her mother.
"But this poor woman believed that the Lord could do what He said, and every time she went to the barrel of flour, she found just as much in it as there was before; and so there was in the bottle of oil, it never wasted away."
"That was nice!" exclaimed Maggie.
"Yes; the Lord took care of them; and the prophet Elijah, for that was the man's name, and the widow, and her son, had enough to eat all the time."
"There is grandmother clapping her hands for us, mother."
"So she is; come along."
The child needed no second bidding, and they were soon seated round the table, on which stood one covered dish and three plates, and a salt-cellar.
The grandmother rose, and the others rose too, as was their custom. "Father," she said, "we thank Thee that Thou has kept Thy promise to us, and given us our daily bread; may we have contented hearts to serve Thee, for Jesus' sake. Amen."