“The third verse I like very much.  He is already on the earth, always present with us, even now He goes with us, and so will protect us from evil all day long.  I am very glad to see at least a small piece of His garment.”

“Where do you see it?” asked Ondrejko.

“Just look how the rays of the sun shine around us.  On every drop of dew you see a piece of the rainbow.  That is the hem of His garment, and in that soft breeze, His Spirit is touching us.  He is very near to us.  Verily, He is a good Father.  We cannot see Him just because we could not bear the full glory.  What a man was Daniel!  Yet he almost died when he saw Him.  But also this verse is beautiful, ’That we may to Thy glory ever live.’”

“And how do you do that, you little doctor of theology?” said the doctor.

“I think,” said Palko, “that just what we do today is pleasing to the Lord Jesus; we are going to look for a place for one of His sick sheep, and if you should like the cottage we will gladly take care of the necessary wood and flowers.  It is clean already, even the windows are washed.”

“You little wise man, and lo, surely there is that cabin of yours.”

“Yes, yes,” cried the boys.  And Dunaj, as if he would confirm it, ran directly to the door.

“Listen, boy, that cottage of yours is just as if it had been built for that patient of mine,” admitted Dr. H., after he had looked the cottage over inside and out.  “I shall have some furniture brought here, carpets shall cover the floor, that it be not cold, and your bed and table we will put in the kitchen, that will be for her nurse.  Though the windows are small there are three of them, so there will be plenty of sun all day long.  And what surroundings!  This beautiful valley with the background of green woods and high mountains!  The spring is close to the house, and, too bad there is no bench beside it!”

The three boys cried, “We shall ask Bacha, and he will send Stephen.”

“He can make a very beautiful bench,” said Ondrejko.  “We can go and watch the sheep for him in the meantime.”

The doctor stroked the boy’s golden hair.  “I would like to see you turn in the sheep.”

“But he would not have to do that,” remarked Palko; “for that purpose we have Whitie and Playwell.  They are very wise dogs.”

“Well, now; we shall see what can be done.  But the bench must be put here.  I would like to taste that water.”

Palko ran for the flowered pitcher and a cup.  They all drank their fill.  The water was excellent.  Then they sat beside the brook, and the doctor pulled cheese and bread out of his pocket.  Each of the boys had his own bread—­and quite a big piece at that.  When Bacha cut the bread, he counted also on the appetites of Dunaj and Fido.  The doctor divided the cheese.  They ate the cheese and bread, and drank water.  It tasted good to all of them.

Dunaj did not move his eyes from Palko, who shared with him faithfully.  Greedy Fido ran from one comrade to the other and even sat down in front of the doctor, and not in vain.  But when he came near Palko, Dunaj growled at him, which certainly in a dog’s language meant, “Are you not ashamed?” So Fido did not try it a second time.