"What a cruel shame! burst out The Pilot. "Don't they care for you any more?"
"Of course they do," said Gwen, indignantly.
"Why didn't they stop the doctors from hurting you so cruelly?"
"Why, they let the doctors. It is going to help me to sit up and perhaps to walk about a little." answered Gwen, with blue-gray eyes open wide.
"Oh," said The Pilot, "it was very mean to stand by and see you hurt like that."
"Why, you silly," replied Gwen, impatiently, "they want my back to get straight and strong,"
"Oh, then they didn't do it just for fun or for nothing?" said The Pilot, innocently.
Gwen gazed at him in amazed and speechless wrath, and he went on:
"I mean they love you though they let you to hurt; or rather they let the doctors hurt you because they loved you and wanted to make you better."
Gwen kept her eyes fixed with curious earnestness upon his face till the light began to dawn.
"Do you mean," she began slowly, "that though God let me fall, He loves me?"
The Pilot nodded; he could not trust his voice.
"I wonder if that can be true," she said, as if
