'You are the first that have given Me food. What you have given Me shall be given you, and more.'
Presently the shoemaker came to the Stranger.
'Sir, in our bedroom we have only one bed. If You will sleep in it, my wife will make up another for us here upon the floor. We shall do very well.'
In the bedroom the Stranger saw that a child slept in a little bed which was against a wall. The shoemaker explained.
'It is my son. He will not trouble You. He sleeps very sound.'
The Stranger bent over the bed.
'In his sleep he smiles.'
'Yes, he often does. He has happy dreams. And he comes of a smiling stock.'
The Stranger turned to the lame man.
'Do you often smile?'