"Sam, if the power you profess to believe in can really work such a change as you think He has done in you, He ought to be able to do almost anything else. Don't you think so?"
"That I do," said the cobbler, working away.
"You believe He has power to any extent, I suppose?"
"You're right again, Mr. Bartram."
"Of course you think he loves you dearly?"
"I'm ashamed to think it,—that any such bein' should love a good-for-nothin' feller like me. But what else can I think, Mr. Bartram, after all that's gone on in me, an' what He's said Himself?"
"Very well; then, if He is so powerful and cares so much for you, I suppose He brings you more work and better prices than any one else in your business?"
Sam did not reply to this at once, but after a while he said,—
"It amounts to the same thing: He makes me work harder than I ever knowed how to do before. That brings me more money an' gives me a hope of gettin' along better after a while."
"Oh, well, you have a family,—quite a large family, I believe. Does He do as much for your wife and children as for you?"