““He looked into my face innocently searching with his clear eyes. He was waiting apparently for me to tell him what it was about. But nothing suitable occurred to me on the spur of the moment, and besides I had something against telling him any more lies than were necessary. So I said nothing. “Then I will pray for help in trouble for someone unknown,” said he at last. “Yes,” I replied, “if you would do that. And I thank you very much.” He smiled. “You don’t need to thank me. We are every one of us in God’s hands.” He looked at me a moment, his head bowed a little to one side, and it seemed as if something passed over his face. “Only trust,” said he. “The Heavenly Father helps. He always helps, even when sometimes we do not understand.” Then he nodded to me and went.””
