"And you?" I asked, turning quickly upon her.
"I should thank God with all my heart, Mary, if it were not for Faith and you. But it is for Faith and you. That's all."
When I had locked the front door, and was creeping up here to my room, my foot crushed something, and a faint, wounded perfume came up. It was the little pink and purple chain.
"The Gates Ajar."
THE OPEN DOOR.
Poor Mrs. Van Loon was a widow. She had four little children. The eldest was Dirk, a boy of eight years.
One evening she had no bread, and her children were hungry. She folded her hands, and prayed to God; for she served the Lord, and she believed that he loved and could help her.
When she had finished her prayer, Dirk said to her, "Mother, don't we read in the Bible that God sent ravens to a pious man to bring him bread?"