kindergarten class in school and in Sunday-school and in both she heard
of the love and care of the Heavenly Father.

As she listened to the simple teachings, the children's answers and
comments, she realized that in the circle there was a very real
personality called the Heavenly Father whom these children knew and
loved. "I wish such had been my training," she said regretfully.
"Perhaps I should have been saved the darkness and perplexity in which
I have lived for years."

Months after in a large class of earnest, eager and attentive girls I
listened to a wonderful teacher. I loved with a deeper love, after that
lesson, the Christ whose presence seemed to fill that room as the
teacher showed her girls the Master at His task of saving the world by
showing it God, the Father.

One day I stood in a silent home with a brilliant, cultured girl, who
had traveled much and enjoyed every privilege. She had that afternoon
left her mother beside her father out on the sloping hillside in the
great silent city. We raised the curtains the maid had drawn, the girl
laid aside her coat and hat and said sadly, "Now life must begin again,
without all that is dearest to me." I tried to find words to strengthen
her but she turned her calm face toward me and said, "How do people live
through it and go on, who haven't God? The Father of the World has them
both in His keeping. I can wait till I find them again."

This girl had never doubted. She had wondered and thought, questioned
and _believed_. Wise parents had given to her the God of the
Universe--the Father, and His Son the revelation of Himself to men that
it might be saved, in such simple terms, so free from petty dogma that