Alas, before he could begin to think,
the sun was shining again!
It was Dr. Lavendar who did the thinking before the sunlight came.
Twice, in his placid, wakeful night, he rose to make sure the child
was all right, to pull up an extra blanket about the small shoulders
or to arrange the pillow, punched by David's fist to the edge of the
bed. In the morning he let the little boy look out of the window while
he packed up their various belongings; and when it was time to start,
David could hardly tear himself away from that outlook, which makes
such a mystical appeal to most of us--huddling roofs and chimneys
under a morning sky. But when he did turn to look at Dr. Lavendar,
tucking things into his valise and singing to himself, it was to
realize again the immutable past. "No," he said slowly, "you can't get
back behind, and begin again." Dr. Lavendar, understanding, chuckled.
"Can God?" said David.
At that Dr. Lavendar's face suddenly shone. "David," he said, "the
greatest thing in the world is to know that God is always beginning
again!"
But David had turned to the window to watch a prowling cat upon a
roof; and then, alas, it was time to start.
"Well," said Dr. Lavendar, as, hand in hand, they walked to the big,
roaring place where the cars were, "Well, David, to-morrow we shall be
at home again! You sit down here and take care of my bag while I go
and get the tickets.
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