"And you were not afraid when he carried you in his arms?"
"No, sir."
"That was faith,—faith in your father. You believed what he told you, and trusted in his care."
Bessie still looked puzzled.
"Well," said the colonel, "don't you understand yet?"
"I don't know how it is about things," said the little girl.
"What things?"
"Things that I don't know how they can be."
"Do you mean, Bessie," said Mrs. Rush, "that you do not know how to have faith in what you do not understand?"