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 "Of course it is God that gives it us in a manner of speaking," she explained. "He puts it into Sir William's heart to be kind and generous."

The child thought a while.

"But they're his things, ain't they?" he asked. "The other one's. Sir William's?"

"Yes; but God gave them to him."

It seemed a business.

"Why doesn't God give us things?" he demanded. "Don't He like us?"

"Oh, I don't know," answered the woman. "Don't ask so many questions."

It was longer, the way home. He offered no protest at being sent to bed early. He dreamed he was wandering to and fro in a vast place, looking for God. Over and over again he thought he saw Him in the distance, but every time he got near to Him it turned out to be Sir William Coomber, who patted him on the head and gave him a shilling.