he woman went up to the bed and took the child. Martin rummaged about among the things hanging on the wall and brought out an old coat.
"Though it isn't much of a thing, it will do to wrap up in," he said.
The woman looked at the coat; then at the old man. She took the coat and burst into tears. Martin turned away, crawled under the bed and pulled out a box. He rummaged about in it and once more sat down facing the woman.
And the woman said, "Christ save you, Grandfather. It must have been He who sent me to your window, otherwise the child and I would have been starved to death. It was mild when I started, but it's very cold now. The dear Lord made you look out of the window and caused you to pity me."
Martin smiled and said, "He did make me, indeed! I was not gazing idly out of the window, my dear."
And Martin told the woman his dream and how he had heard a voice and how the voice had promised him that the Lord
