“But it’s morning now.”
“Oh, no! It’s evening coming on. The sun has set. No travellers ever come to us with morning. The journey is too long for that.”
“But everybody cannot come to you just at the same time.”
“Well, pretty much at the same time. We live in the centre of a circle, and the distance from every direction is fairly equal.”
“Do you get many travellers?”
“Not compared with many wayside inns. But we have a select few that are always very welcome, for we know that they possess some merit, or they would never reach us.”
“Ah! Then I am afraid I am not equal to the rest. I have no merits. Nothing but chance and God’s goodness brought me to you.”
He smiled. “That is curious coupling,” he answered. “Chance and God’s goodness.”
“Well, it was so extremely strange and unexpected.”
“We will speak more about it to-morrow. But now I will come with you to see what light refreshment our house affords.”