"I am sure he would, too, now I know him. I don't know why she didn't write to him; perhaps she did not like to bother him, yes, that must have been it."
"Father says Aunt Margaret has been a wonderful woman to do as she has done, with no one to help her," remarked Rose.
"God helped her," said Mavis, simply; "mother says He helps all who trust in Him."
"You tell Him all your troubles, don't you, Mavis?" Rose asked. Then, as her cousin nodded assent, she said, "I don't mean only great troubles, but little ones?"
"Oh yes."
"Well, I don't. I just say my regular prayers twice a day, and that's all. I don't feel God's my Friend, like you do."
"Don't you? Oh, but you should. I'd tell Him everything, if I were you."
"What, that mother's vexed with me for being slow at school, for instance?"
"Yes. God knows you do your best, Rosie, if Aunt Lizzie doesn't. I'd ask Him to make her believe it, if I were you. Mother says when we've told God our trouble, we oughtn't to worry about it any more, but just leave it to Him, and He'll be sure to put it right."
"Do you really think that?"