"I'm afraid they were drowned," said Bertha, looking up with eyes that were full of fear and trouble.
"Have you forgotten Jesus?"
"But he's 'way off on the side of the mountain."
"He is never so far from his friends but that he can see them and know all about them. He saw these friends in the boat, for Jesus can see in the darkness as well as in the light; and when the night grew darkest, and the waves were highest, and his friends most weary and discouraged, he came to them so that they might know that he could save them, when they felt they could not save themselves. And he came as no other help could have come--walking over the very waves that threatened to swallow up his friends; and when he was near to them he called out, 'Be of good cheer, it is I; be not afraid.' Then he went right up to the boat and stepped into it among his friends. Oh! what a happy change his coming made, for the winds ceased, the waves went down, and in a very little while the boat reached the sea-shore. The bright sun rose up, the darkness fled away, and the friends of Jesus were safe. They have been safe ever since. Nothing can harm Jesus' friends. He takes care of them from day to day, from year to year, and from age to age. Whenever they are in trouble or pain or danger he comes to them as he did to his friends in the boat, and he brings them safely through it all. Don't you think he is a good friend to have?"
"Isn't I too little to be his friend?"
"No, indeed; no one ever loved little children as he does. He used to take them in his arms and bless them, and he said, 'Suffer them to come to me'; and where he lives he has everything beautiful to make little children happy."
"And you say papa is with him?"
"Yes, papa is with him."
"Why can't we all go to him now?"
"As soon as he is ready for us he will come for us."
"I wish he was ready for mamma, Amy, and me now, and then we could all be together. It's so lonely without papa. Oh! I'm so tired," she added after a few moments, and a little later her head dropped against Haldane's breast, and she was asleep.
"Mr. Haldane," said Amy in a low, agitated voice, "have you embodied your faith in that story to Bertha?"
"Yes, Miss Amy."
"Why do you think"--and she hesitated. "How do you know," she began again, "that any such Being as Jesus exists and comes to any one's help?"