“Why not, Padre? People are always led right when they think right.”
“And so thinking right was the cause of this discovery, was it?” he pursued, relentlessly probing her thought to its depths.
“Why––yes, Padre––of course. We had to have money––you said so, you know. And you told me to ask for lots of pesos. Well, we both knew that God had already given us more pesos than we could ever know what to do with––He always does. He just can’t help giving Himself to everybody. And He gave Himself to us––why, we have always had Him! We are in Him, you know. And when anybody just knows that––why, he sees nothing but good everywhere, and he always has all that he needs.”
“All that he wants, you mean, chiquita?”
“No, Padre, not all that he wants. Just all that he needs. You might want all the gold in the world––but you wouldn’t need it.”
“No, that would be only a selfish, human want. It would be covetousness. But––you still think we were led right to the little box, do you?”
“I know it, Padre dear,” she replied emphatically. “When we think good, we see good. It always comes out that way. It is just as sure as getting the right answers to my problems in algebra when I think right about them.”
“And thinking right about them means using the right rule, does it not?”
“Yes––of course. If I didn’t use the right rule––why, what sort of answers would I get? All jumbled up!”
“Surely––perfect chaos. But still,” vigorously pursuing the subject, “you don’t think we happened upon the little box just by good luck?”