"Boston tilicum!"
"What can I do for you?"
"Boston tilicum, listen. Do you hear? What taught the honks where to go?"
"The Great Father of all."
"He leads them?"
"Yes."
"He will lead me?"
"Yes."
"And teach me when I am gone away. I can trust him. But my father—my father! Boston tilicum, he loves me, and he is old."
Flock after flock of wild geese flew overhead in the dim light. The boy lay and listened. He seemed to have learned a lesson of faith from the instincts of these migratory birds. He once turned to the master and said, almost in Gretchen's words: