“But some people starve to death,” said Maude, forsaking the main argument.
“Unfortunately, yes, owing to man's lack of brotherly feeling, or rather, a hap-hazard method of distributing his blessings. It is not God's will that any of his creatures should lack food or raiment.”
“Do you really believe, Mr. Gay, that God takes a personal interest in us? That he sent Mrs. Howe yesterday to save my life?”
“I certainly do, Miss Sawyer.”
“I can't understand it,” said Maude. “I looked upon it simply as a lucky coincidence. But supposing the horse had turned to the left, and stopped of his own accord when he reached that steep hill. What would that prove?”
Quincy and Alice who had listened to the discussion, looked at the clergyman, who hesitated before answering. At last, a smile lighted up his face and he replied: “It would prove that, in that particular case, you did not need the intervention of Heavenly power.”
“I'm not convinced yet,” said Maude. “I am coming to hear you preach to-morrow. Do make it plain to me, please.”
“With God's help, I will try to,” the clergyman answered.
Quincy passed the morning at the grocery, making arrangements for the establishment of the branch stores, Mr. Strout's plans being approved with some material modifications. Strout told his wife that Mr. Sawyer had fixed it so he couldn't get control of the business, but that he would put a flea in his ear some fine day.
“I can't see through it,” said Bessie Strout. “Why have your feelings towards Mr. Sawyer changed so? I think he is a perfect gentleman.”