"What was it then, grandpa?" asked Henry seriously.
"It was God's providence."
"That was what I meant, grandpa," said Henry.
"My dear child, there is a wonderful difference between the two things; one is real and the other is not—one true and the other false—there is no such thing as what you call luck, or fortune, in the world."
"I have seen," said Amy, "an old print called 'Fortune scattering her Favors,' just as we scatter flowers in the summer."
"Exactly; but it is only a heathenish notion."
"I know that, grandpa, and knew that at the time."
"And this Luck, this Fortune, had she her eyes wide open?"
"No, grandpa, a tight bandage was over both her eyes. She could not see at all; as blind as when we play at blindman's buff."
"Just so," said the grandfather, "and this is the wide distinction. People who have not learnt to put their trust in God, ascribe their success in life, or the misfortunes they may meet with, to blind fortune, who neither sees nor understands who are they to whom she deals her favors—her blanks or prizes in her lottery.