"What is faith?" asked Bessie, answering his question by another, and turning her great serious, brown eyes on his face. The colonel looked surprised.
"Faith?" he said. "Why, to have faith in a person is to believe in him and trust in him."
Bessie did not look satisfied.
"When you first went in bathing," said the colonel, "did you not feel afraid?"
"No, sir," answered Bessie.
"Why not? Did you not fear that those great waves would wash you away and drown you?"
"No, sir; before I went in, I thought I would be very 'fraid; but papa said he would carry me in his arms, and wouldn't let me be drownded."
"And did you believe him?"
"Why, yes," answered Bessie, opening her eyes very wide at this question; "my father don't tell stories."