"Is they no fairies, 'cause you can't see 'em?"
"Do you feel them in your heart?" was the counter question that came gravely from the lips of the Reverend Mr. Goodloe.
"Yes, here," answered the pleader as he laid his hand carefully on the pit of his stomach, which is nearer the seat of heartache than many a perturbed older person has come.
"Then for you there are fairies, right there in your heart, even if Charlotte has lost them out of hers," was the answer, with a theology that staggered me and set father smiling back into his youth.
"I'll go tell her and maybe give her some of mine," exclaimed the boy as he ran from the room.
CHAPTER XX
THE COVERT OF WINGS
"Oh, the faith of youth, the faith that reaches out to give itself," sighed father as he turned to his papers.