"How are you, this bitter cold day, John?" said one old man to another, as they walked together one wintry Sunday morning.
“I'll tell you what it is, friend, I am about starved; that's all I can say. This sharp wind do seem to blow right through my old bones. I have just been telling the Father I do want a great top-coat uncommon bad, and I believe He'll send it me.”
That same evening the two friends again joined each other as they went into the meeting.
“Look here," said old John, complacently patting his chest, which was now well enveloped in a warm overcoat, "the Lord has spun me this top-coat.”
“The Lord has spun you a coat, John! 'Tis a rare good 'un; but how's that?”
“Well, you see, as I was walking back this morning, tap, tap, goes a lady at her window, and beckons me, and says she to me, 'Come in, John, come in; I expect you're feeling this cold wind, so see, here's a coat to keep you warm.' So I takes it, and thanks her kindly. But I know'd who had sent it: Him as clothes the grass of the field, and I did thank Him on my knees when I got in, for it is He that has spun me this top-coat, bless Him!"
D. & A. C.