“No, sir. It were the moon.”
“What was the moon?”
“I were looking into it. Mother says God’s all above there: I thought happen I might see Him.”
A long explanation for Dick to-night. The recovery of the strap seemed to have brightened up his intellect.
“You’ll never see Him in this world, Dick. He sees you always.”
“And that’s what mother says. He sees I can’t do more nor my arms’ll let me. I’d not like Him to think I can.”
“All right, Dick. You only do your best always; He won’t fail to see it.”
I had hardly said the last words when down went Dick without warning, face foremost. Picking him up, I took a look into his eyes by the moonlight.
“What did you do that for, Dick?”
“I don’t know.”