“I made him so many promises before he came, but I wasn't able to keep a single one of them.”
“I'm sorry; I wish I could help you in some way.”
“Oh, Martin, I know you're not a praying man—but if you could only learn.”
Martin looked at her respectfully but with profound curiosity.
“There must be an answer to all this,” Rose went on brokenly. “There must! Billy is lying in the arms of Jesus now—no pain, only sweet rest. I believe that.”
“I'm glad you have the faith that can put such meaning into it all.”
“Martin, I want to pray for strength to bear it.”
“Yes, Rose.”
“You'll pray with me, won't you?”
“You just said I wasn't a praying man.”