"Here I am, you see, Connie, quite safe."
"I've been lying listening to every blast of wind since you went out, papa. But all I could do was to trust in God."
"Do you call that all, Connie? Believe me, there is more power in that than any human being knows the tenth part of yet. It is indeed all."
I said no more then. I told my wife about it that night, but we were well into another month before I told Connie.
When I left her, I went to Joe's room to see how he was, and found him having some gruel. I sat down on the edge of his bed, and said,
"Well, Joe, this is better than under water. I hope you won't be the worse for it."
"I don't much care what comes of me, sir. It will be all over soon."
"But you ought to care what comes of you, Joe. I will tell you why. You are an instrument out of which ought to come praise to God, and, therefore, you ought to care for the instrument."
"That way, yes, sir, I ought."
"And you have no business to be like some children who say, 'Mamma won't give me so and so,' instead of asking her to give it them."