“That wasn’t God,” she told him at last. “That was Sir William Coomber. I used to be in service there.”
She lapsed into silence again. The bundle seemed heavy.
“Of course it is God that gives it us in a manner of speaking,” she explained. “He puts it into Sir William’s heart to be kind and generous.”
The child thought a while.
“But they’re his things, ain’t they?” he asked. “The other one’s. Sir William’s?”
“Yes; but God gave them to him.”
It seemed a roundabout business.
“Why doesn’t God give us things?” he demanded. “Don’t He like us?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” answered the woman. “Don’t ask so many questions.”