Miss Pinkerton saw Jimmie staring at that shelter and at the
helpless mother, and she whispered, "Aren't you lucky to have a
Grandma like yours, Jimmie-boy?"
When the leg was all neatly rebandaged, the boy caught at Miss
Pinkerton with a shy hand. "_Gracias_--thank you," he said, "but
why you take so long trouble for us, Lady, when we don't pay you
nothing?"
"I don't think there's anything so well worth taking trouble for
as just boys and girls," Miss Pinkerton said.
The boy frowned thoughtfully. "Other peoples don't think like
that way," he persisted. "For why should you?"
"Well, it's really because of Jesus," Miss Pinkerton answered
slowly. "You've heard about Jesus, haven't you?"
"Not me," the boy said. "Who is he?"
"He was God's Son, and he taught men to love one another. He
taught them about God, too."
"God? I've heard the name, but I ain't never seen that guy
either."
"Like to hear about him?" Miss Pinkerton
asked.
The boy dropped down on the running board with his bandaged leg
stretched out before him. Other children came running. Sitting on
the running board, too, Miss Pinkerton told them about Jesus, how
he used his life to help other people be kinder to each other.
The camp children listened with mouths open, and brushed the
rough hair from their eyes to see the pictures she took from the
car.
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