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

"0nly 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?"

"0h, no!" Evadne's voice trembled.

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

"How can you call God so, Pompey?"

A great sweetness came over the homely face.

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

"I don't know where to look for him!" Evadne cried disconsolately.

Pompey laid aside his curry-comb and brush and folded his toil-wornhands.