“Has anyone?”
“No one whom I know.”
“Then how do we know that God is God?”
“Because He must be God. Because everything He has made is so wonderful.”
“But Miss Vance seems to know all about Him, and when I ask her how she knows she gets stiff and funny, and says there are things that little girls can’t understand. Isn’t God very fond of children, Miss Eve, dear?”
“Very.”
“Doesn’t it seem funny, then, that He shouldn’t come and play with me as daddy does?”
“God’s ever so busy.”
“Is He busy like mother?”
“No; not quite like that.”