The Pilot looked down a moment into the blue-gray eyes, grown so big and so pitiful, and hurriedly dropping on his knees beside the bed he said, in a very unsteady voice: "Oh, Gwen, Gwen, He's not like that.

Don't you remember how Jesus was with the poor sick people?
That's what He's like." "Could Jesus make me well ?" "Yes, Gwen." "Then why doesn't He ?" she asked; and there was no impatience now, but only trembling anxiety as she went on in a timid voice: "I asked Him to, over and over, and said I would wait two months, and now it's more than three.

Are you quite sure He hears now ?" She raised herself on her elbow and gazed searchingly into The Pilot's face.

I was glad it was not into mine.

As she uttered the words, "Are you quite sure ?" one felt that things were in the balance.