Or if it meant that his father also spelled God with a little g.

He did not think of it, however, until it was too late to ask.
The flawless father went away at the end of the week, "over the County Fair circuit, selling Chief White Cloud's Great Indian Remedy," the little boy heard him tell Clytie.

Also he heard his grandfather say to Clytie, "Thank God, not for another year!" The little boy liked Nancy better than ever after that, because she had liked his father so much, saying he was exactly like a prince, giving pennies and nickels to everybody and being so handsome and big and grand.
She wished her own Uncle Doctor could be as beautiful and great; and the little boy was generous enough to wish that his own plain grandfather might be _almost_ as fine..