A writer once told how a little child preached a sermon to him.
"Is your father at home?" I asked a small child at our village doctor's
doorstep.
"No," she said, "he's away."
"Where do you think I could find him?"
"Well," she said, with a considering air, "you've got to look for some
place where people are sick or hurt, or something like that. I don't
know where he is, but he's helping somewhere."
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