“There, Pa!” said George, quite in an ecstasy of astonishment, “did you
ever see such a sight in all your lifetime?”
“Why, it seems like a curious affair, sure enough, George!”
“But, Pa, who did make it there? Who did make it there?”
“It grew there by chance, I suppose, my son.”
“By chance, Pa! Oh, no! no! It never did grow there by chance, Pa.
Indeed that it never did!”
“Why not, my son?”
“Why, Pa, did you ever see anybody’s name in a plant bed before?”
“Well, but George, such a thing might happen, though you never saw it
before.”
“Yes, Pa; but I did never see the little plants grow up so as to make
one single letter of my name before. Now, how could they grow up so
as to make _all_ the letters of my name, and then standing one after
another, to spell _my_ name so exactly, and all so neat and even,
too, at top and bottom! Oh, Pa, you must not say chance did all this.
Indeed, _somebody_ did it; and I dare say now, Pa, _you_ did it just to
scare me, because I am your little boy.”
His father smiled, and said, “Well, George, you have guessed right. I
indeed did it; but not to scare you, my son, but to teach you a great
thing which I wish you to understand. I want, my son, to introduce you
to your true Father.”
“Aye! I know well enough whom you mean, Pa. You mean God Almighty,
don’t you?”
“Yes, my son, I mean Him indeed. He is your true Father, George, and
as my son could not believe that chance had made and put together so
exactly the letters of his name (though only sixteen) then how can he
believe that chance could have made and put together all those millions
and millions of things that are now so exactly fitted to his good.”