"It is a very strange faith you people have. He never did any work while he was in England preaching, but he could go anywhere he wanted to go—while I, who was always working, never had either time or money to go anywhere. Curious, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir—our faith is a strange one to the world. But we are placed in such a position that we have learned to rely upon God, our Eternal Father, whose gospel we are preaching. We know that while we are executing His commands, He will provide the means."
Mr. Alford shook his head incredulously, and muttered:
"Queer faith—strange faith—I can't see it. I am busy now. Come to-morrow at twelve o'clock. I will meet you at the post office. I want to see you."
I replied:
"I must leave at one o'clock. I will scarcely have time to meet you."
"Nonsense! Come. That steamer won't sail before four or five o'clock."
Promptly at the appointed time the next day I was at the post office, and again met Mr. Alford. He shook me warmly by the hand and said:
"I expect, young man, you haven't got very much money."
"You are right," I answered.