"I've been to the prayer-meeting," she said. "I want to tell you about the old woman who went to the prayer-meeting last week! It's a lovely story. I have wanted to get home quickly so that I might repeat it to you—"
"Did she tell you?" asked Oswald.
"No; she told a neighbour the next morning, and the neighbour told me, with tears in her eyes, just now."
Aunt Ruth spoke in an unusually eager voice, and all the while she seemed gazing up into the sky.
"This is what the neighbour told me. There is a dear old woman who comes to the prayer-meeting very often. She is very poor, and is thankful for any little bits of work that are put in her way."
"Last week, as she was coming home from the meeting, and looking up at the stars, as we are, she suddenly thought, 'God is my Father! I'll tell Him!'"
"So she said very simply and gently, 'Lord, you know we're very hungry, and there's nothing in the cupboard at home. Please, dear Father, send us something, because you know we are hungry.'"
"So, with a heart at rest, she made her way home, and opened the cottage door."
"'Look here, wife,' called her invalid husband, 'here's a great basket that somebody's sent us!'"
"The old woman cast her eyes upon the hamper, and then, instead of opening it, she sank on her knees by the table."