"Do you think the Ruler of this vast universe has leisure or inclination to turn his gaze on such trivialities? No doubt suns and systems are still being sent out completed on their limitless circles. To conceive their Creator turning from such high efforts to send Medoline with a ten dollar bill to the Larkums, to my mind borders on profanity," Mr. Winthrop said, with evident disgust. "The infinitely great and infinitely small alike receive His care. Perhaps it required stronger power from God to make you give me the money and then to make me willing to carry it to them, than it does to create a whole cluster of suns and planets. I think our wills limit God's power more than anything he ever created, except Satan and his angels." "You are quite a full-fledged theologian, little one. I am surprised you do not engage more heartily in home mission work." "I must first learn to show more patience at home." He did not make any reply; but as we were speeding on our way that afternoon in the cars, he came to my side and handed me a small roll of bills. "Would you like to buy that widower friend of yours a warm suit of clothes for the winter? Mrs. Flaxman will show you a suitable furnishing establishment. Philanthropists must do all sorts of things, as you will find." "You are very kind after all, Mr. Winthrop. I wish I could tell you how grateful I am. Please forgive all my rude speeches--I hope I will never get provoked with you again." "I most certainly hope you will. A little spice adds greatly to the flavor of one's daily food." He walked away; and first counting my gift, I found, to my surprise, that it amounted to fifty dollars. I opened my little velvet satchel--my traveling companion for many a weary mile--and laid it safely in one of the pockets. I had plenty of leisure that afternoon for fancy to paint all sorts of pictures. Mr. Winthrop was at the farther end of the car, with a group of friends he had met; and Mrs. Flaxman, a nervous traveler at the best, was trying to forget the discomforts of travel as she sat with her easy-chair wheeled into a sheltered corner, sleeping as much as possible. I watched the rapidly disappearing views from my windows, some of them causing pleasant thoughts, and sometimes re-touching memories so remote they seemed like experiences of another existence, which my soul had known before it came under its present limitations. There were cottages that we flew past, reminding me of the Larkum abode; these I kept wearily peopling with white, sightless faces, and hungry, sad-faced women and children. When at last my own thoughts were beginning to consume me, Mr. Winthrop came and sat near me. "Is a journey in the cars equal to an hour spent with your widows?" he asked. "I have enjoyed the drive. One sees so much that is new, and is food for thought, only the mind gets wearied with such swift variety." He was silent for some time, then, with a complete change of topic he said,