That is very kind of you, for I do feel just like talking this afternoon. This little trip is a holiday for me, you see, and has quite excited me, almost as much as it would my little girl. But I expect that she is excited, too, this afternoon, for she knows I am coming to see her.
One little girl. I am a widow and have been so for several years.
She is in school down here at A——. And since I've been ill, Miss Miller had me come down to see her for a rest.
Indeed, I'll be glad to tell you about myself, especially about my becoming a Christian, if you would like to hear, for I love to tell that story. You Christians in America are so good to send teachers to us!
You are not a Christian! But I thought all Americans were Christians!
Don't you believe in God?
You suppose there is a God but you've never thought much about it! How strange! Don't you believe in Christ?
No? Why, how can that be possible when He has done so much for you people in America and is doing so much for us here?
Do I believe in Christ? Why, of course I do. Do you think I would be here, a penniless woman, going to see my daughter, kept in school by charity, if I did not believe in Jesus Christ; if I did not know Him personally and if I had not confessed my belief before my family and friends?