She said, gently, "Graydon, you are condemning God."
"I can't help it," he began, impetuously, "that is, such a God--"
She put her hand over his mouth.
"I like you better for your words," she continued, "but please don't
talk so any more. Let what you have said apply to 'such a God--' I
know what you mean, but there is no such being in existence. Let me
finish my story. We have had too many interruptions, and this secluded
road has an end. I won't try to explain my faith. What happened may
make it clearer to you. Well, Tilly gradually grew quieter, and at
last slept. The tired mother was sleeping also, and I sat at the
window just as you imagined, my thoughts sad and questioning, to say
the least At last I saw that Tilly was awake, and looking at me with
something like interest and curiosity. I went to her and asked if I
could do anything.
"She said, in her slow, feeble way, 'I thought I knew every one about
here, but I don't remember to have seen you before.'
"Then I told her who I was, and that her mother was in the next room.
"'You are very kind,' she said. 'And you are from the hotel. Isn't it
a little strange?'
"'It should not be,' I replied, and explained how I came to stay,
adding, 'Don't talk any more.
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