I gripped the note and waited.
Father believed God would take care of him.

I was only a little girl and needed help much more than a man; maybe God would take care of me.
There was nothing wrong in carrying a letter to the Fairy Princess.

I thought perhaps it would help if I should kneel on the top of the woodpile and ask God to not let anything get me.
The more I thought about it, the less I felt like doing it, though, because really you have no business to ask God to take care of you, unless you KNOW you are doing right.

This was right, but in my heart I also knew that if Laddie had asked me, I would be shivering on top of that cordwood on a hot August day, when it was wrong.

On the whole, I thought it would be more honest to leave God out of it, and take the risk myself.