PROVIDENCE
"Why did papa have appendicitis and have to pay the doctor a thousand
dollars, Mama?"
"It was God's will, dear."
"And was it because God was mad at papa or pleased with the
doctor?"--_Life_.
There's a certain minister whose duties sometimes call him out of the
city. He has always arranged for some one of his parishioners to keep
company with his wife and little daughter during these absences.
Recently, however, he was called away so suddenly that he had no
opportunity of providing a guardian.
The wife was very brave during the early evening, but after dark had
fallen her courage began to fail. She stayed up with her little girl
till there was no excuse for staying any longer and then took her
upstairs to bed.
"Now go to sleep, Dearie," she said. "Don't be afraid. God will
protect you."
"Yes, Mother," answered the little girl, "that'll be all right
tonight, but next time let's make better arrangements."