"William waved to her, as he turned his pony about and started on his
journey. He had placed the payroll in his saddle bags; and as he looked
at them he said to himself, 'How glad I am that my master trusts me with
so much money.'

"He whistled and sang, as he rode along; but as he neared the lonely
forest trail, a strange feeling of fear came over him. He reined in his
pony and sat still for some time, wondering just what he ought to do.
Then Bee Prayerful began to buzz about his ears. He had heard its little
voice many times before, and he had learned always to listen and obey.
He rode on to the spot where he must leave the highway and set out upon
the forest trail; and then he slipped from the saddle and knelt down
beside the bushes growing there.

"'Dear God,' he said aloud, 'I don't know why, but I feel very much
afraid. Take care of me, as I ride through this lonely place. I believe
You will, because You have written in Your Book, "I will never leave
thee, nor forsake thee."'

"And as William knelt there, alone with God, all feeling of fear melted
away. He arose, mounted his pony, and rode on with a light heart.

"The mill men knew he was coming, for they could hear his cheerful whistle
before his pony came into view. He gave the payroll to the foreman, spent
the night in the little town, and the next forenoon returned safely to
his home.

"His mother met him at the door. 'Son,' she said, 'something peculiar
happened to me yesterday while you were away. I was very busy, but a
little voice seemed to tell me that I ought to stop my work and pray for