Madeline Leslie, The Factory Boy
“ Johnny, my precious boy, how could I murmur when you and Ella are spared?""I prayed in my heart all the way home," faltered the boy; "I didn't know what we should do; but I kept saying to myself,—"'God knows all about it,—just as he did about Joseph in prison.'"His mother drew him to her side, and kissed his forehead."Now you must go to bed," she [82] said. "Though we trust God for the future, we must do all we can to help ourselves. I have work for another week; and you must be off early to yours. When this fails, I feel sure that we shall be provided for somehow." ”
