"You shall not be the poorer for this," said Stanislaus, as he
thanked him. "You know God makes it up to us for even a cup of cold
water given in His name."

And as the boy spoke, the landlord saw his face glow when he spoke
of God and he was very glad at heart that he had given shelter and
food, to this strange boy.

Stanislaus slept soundly. But he was up with the sun, washed and
dressed quickly, and went to thank his host again before setting
out.

"But you will have something to eat before you go?" cried the man,
as Stanislaus stood before him, staff in hand, ready for the road.

"It is good of you to offer it," the boy answered. "But perhaps I
shall find a church before long, and I must go fasting to Holy
Communion."

Then the landlord marvelled again, for at that period even good
people did not go very often to Holy Communion, especially when they
were traveling hard, as Stanislaus evidently was. And his
admiration and liking grew for this boy with the merry face and the
heart so near heaven.

"At least," he said, "you must take something with you for the way."

And that Stanislaus did not refuse, but accepted gratefully, and so
parted from the kind landlord, leaving him gazing in the doorway
with wonder in his eyes.