“Yes. They are beginning to gather. Don’t you know that they will go soon?”
“Go!”
“Yes, they fly away, you know, to other countries, and come back again in the spring.”
“Do they? How clever of them! How do they know when to go, and where to go?”
“I don’t exactly know. I think it must be God who teaches them.”
“God! But God can’t care about the swallows!”
“I think God cares about everything,” said Winifred dreamily. “If he didn’t take care of the swallows, how could they find their way?”
“But swallows are such little things; I don’t see how God can care for them.”
Winifred did not say anything at first, so Violet turned from the window to look at her.
“Violet,” she said presently; “I think if God didn’t care about little things, He couldn’t care about big ones either.”