"'No!' she said, 'not now! I've got it done already!'

"'Well, now!' I said, 'it's so unusual to see you with those red eyes
that you make me quite curious. That is, if it's nothing that'll hurt
you to tell,' I said.

"'No!' she said, 'it'll not hurt me. I'm a silly old woman,' she said.
She didn't speak for a minute, and then she went on:

"'You know it's my birthday to-day, Mr Charter. I'm sixty this very
Friday. Well, you know, I always say to myself, "Short commons on
Friday," I says, "because 1s. 6d. won't last for ever." But somehow, with
its being my birthday I suppose, and me being sixty, I got it into my
head that the Lord would perhaps remember me. I've gone on loving Him
for over forty years, and it did seem hard that on my birthday and me
sixty, He should have left me with only a crust of bread to my tea.
However, I sat down to eat my crust, but when I began to say a blessing
over it, I just began to cry like a silly child. Well, what do you
think! I'd just taken the first bite, when a child, whose mother I know,
came running in and put a little newspaper parcel on the table. "Mrs
Clark," she says, "my mother was out working to-day, and the lady gave
her a big pot of dripping, so she sent a bit round for your tea!" She
run straight away, and when that child had gone, I cried a good bit
more, and then I laughed and laughed, and says over and over again to
myself, "The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want."'"

The evangelist looked at his watch, and took a drink of water. One or
two men shifted their attitude from one side to the other, and all
waited as children do for an absorbing story. A momentary look of
satisfaction came over the face of the evangelist, and he began again