“Well, if I was you, I’d just know ‘God is love’—‘unfailing, quick,’ right now.”
“Where did you learn all this?” Mother Graham asked, for the child was voicing thoughts which had been struggling for recognition in her own consciousness of late.
“My mamma told it to me. She tells me something more about ‘a very present help’ every day. And she says that the ‘very present help’ was always here, but that a long, long time ago people forgot how much of a help it was; and then a good woman found out how much of a help it was and she put it in a book so that other people might know, and that’s how my mamma knows. Is this”—he touched Judith’s face again—“your little girl?”
“Yes,” Mother Graham answered promptly.
“Then you can tell her about it, just like mamma tells me!”
“I am only beginning to learn about it myself, dear, in the same way that your mamma learned; but I thank God that I have even begun, and I think”—Mother Graham laid one hand on Judith’s shoulder—“that my little girl is ready to learn also.”
“Yes, and”—he nodded confidently—“you know Love can walk over the sor-row sea just as easy as any other!”
Judith raised her wet face and drew the boy into her arms.
“I believe,” she said slowly “that you are God’s messenger to me.”