The child lapsed into silence, while Josè, as was becoming his wont, awaited the result of her meditation. Then:
“Padre dear, there are rules for arithmetic, and algebra, and––and for everything, are there not?”
“Yes, child, for music, for art, for everything. We can do nothing correctly without using principles.”
“And, Padre, there are principles that tell us how to live?” she queried.
“What is your opinion on that point, queridita?”
“Just one principle, I guess, Padre dear,” she finally ventured, after a pause.
“And that, little one?”
“Just God.”
“And God is––?” Josè began, then hesitated. The Apostle John had dwelt with the Master. What had he urged so often upon the dull ears of his timid followers?