So father listened and thought and held his arms around me, and-- "And you think the Lord was at the bottom of the thing that makes you happy ?" "Well, you always go to Him about what concerns you, and you say, 'Praise the Lord,' when things go to please you." "I do indeed!" said father.

"But I had thought of this running short of school funds as a calamity.

If I had been praying about it, I would have asked Him to show me a way to raise money to continue until middle May at least." "Oh father!" I just crumpled up in his arms and began to cry; to save me I couldn't help it.

He held me tight.

At last he said: "I think you are a little overstrained this spring.