"Don't," she answered. "Feeling is better than thinking any day."
They lived through an hour as though it had been a moment. They did not feel the gathering dusk; they did not hear the wind. The rain fell presently, and to Sarah it seemed to hiss as it touched Daniel's cheek.
She leapt up at last.
"Now us'll go straight home and tell father."
"To-day—must we?"
"In course. You needn't fear it. It won't surprise him over much."
As they returned, he spoke again of the goodness of his watchful Creator, and moralized upon it.
"He does so much for us—He is sleepless—always watching and thinking for us worms.... And what can we do to pay Him? Nothing. We can only thank Him in our hearts every hour of the day."
Sarah Jane was silent a moment—then broke out suddenly.
"I don't want you to fawn on God about me, Daniel."