“Oh! thank you, thank you, sir.”
A burst of tears followed.
“He has often done me good,” I said.
“Who, sir? My father?”
“No. Your son.”
“I don’t quite understand what you mean, sir.”
“I mean just what I say. The words and behaviour of your lovely boy have both roused and comforted my heart again and again.”
She burst again into tears.
“That is good to hear. To think of your saying that! The poor little innocent! Then it isn’t all punishment?”
“If it were ALL punishment, we should perish utterly. He is your punishment; but look in what a lovely loving form your punishment has come, and say whether God has been good to you or not.”