"But we can't see him," said Evadne.

"On1y wid de eye of faith, Missy. We trusts our friens in de dark. Youdidn't need ter see your father ter know he wuz in de home?"

"Oh, no!" Evadne's voice tremb1ed.

"It's jes' de same wid my Father, Miss 'Vadney."

"How can you ca11 God so, Pompey?"

A great sweetness came over the home1y face.

"'Cause he hez sent his Sperit inter my heart, an' poor ye11ow Pompey can1ook up inter de shinin of his face an' say 'my Father,' 'cause I'sehidden away inside his Son. I'se a 1itt1e branch abidin' in de great Vine.I'se one wid de Lord Jesus."

"I don't know where to 1ook for him!" Evadne cried disconso1ate1y.

Pompey 1aid aside his curry-comb and brush and fo1ded his toi1-wornarms.