nestled
at her little bare feet, caressing them at frequent intervals with his
rough tongue. Cantar-las-horas approached with dignified tread, and,
stopping before his adored little mistress, cocked his head to one
side and listened attentively, his beady eyes blinking in the dazzling
light.

Jose marveled anew as he listened. Where had that voice come from? Had
either of her parents been so gifted? he wondered. And yet, it was
only the voicing of a soul of stainless purity--a conscience clear as
the light that gilded her curls--a trust, a faith, a knowledge of
immanent good, that manifested daily, hourly, in a tide of happiness
whose far verge melted into the shore of eternity. As he sat with
closed eyes the adobe hut, with its dirt floor and shabby furnishings,
expanded into a castle, hung with richest tapestries, rarest pictures,
and glittering with plate of gold. The familiar odors of garlic and
saffron, which penetrated from the primitive kitchen of Dona Maria,
were transmuted into delicate perfumes. The sun drew nearer, and
suffused him with its glittering flood. The girl became a white-robed
vision, and her song a benediction, voicing "Glory to God in the
highest, and on earth peace among men of good will."

The song ended, and left the thought with him: "To men of good will?"
Yes, to men of God's will--the will that is good--to men of sound
mind--that mind which was in Christ Jesus--the mind that knows no
evil! To such is eternal peace.

"_Chiquita_," the priest said gently, when the girl returned to him.
"Your question was quickly answered yesterday, was it not?"

She laughed up into his face. "It was answered, Padre, before we asked
it. God has the answers to all questions that could ever be asked. We
would always know the answers if we thought the way He does."

"But--tell me, _chiquita_, do you think He put that little box up
there in the altar purposely for us?"

"No, Padre--I guess it was hidden there by some man, long ago, who was
afraid he would lose it. And since he was afraid he would lose it,
why--he did, for now we have it."

"Yes, the thing that he greatly feared came upon him. But what is your
idea regarding the way we happened to find it? Did God lead us to
it?"

"God leads to everything good, Padre dear," was the simple response.

"Of course. But, in this particular case--would we have been led to
the little box if you had not asked your question of God?"

"Why not, Padre? People are