The knowledge of that would have to wait, too, until the heavens are rolled together as a scroll.
“Anyhow, sis said—it was early in the morning and we were not dressed yet—that we had better go down and see how much was in the teapot, and we did.
“There was not a cent in it!
“We never knew when it had been stolen. Perhaps long before. But it was all gone!”
VI
SHE BELIEVED IN MIRACLES. DO YOU?
She approached the next part of her story diffidently.
“Maybe you will not care for the rest. I know you don’t believe in signs.”
“But I do,” I protested.
She brightened with delight. The blind one said nothing. I think her head bent a trifle lower.
“And do you believe that God helps those who love Him when they are in distress?”