And so he repeated many times, "God, _no_;
God, _no_," until she could not bear to hear him; for she knew that Satan
was trying to take away from him the thought of God, and make this poor boy
like the fool of whom the fourteenth Psalm speaks, who "said in his heart,
No God." Jack's lady was silent, for she knew not what to say; but again
she prayed to God to teach her how to teach him; and then she did what the
boy thought a very strange thing, and I am sure you will think it so too.
A pair of bellows was hanging beside the fire; she took them and began to
blow the hot coals into a ruddy flame. Then suddenly she turned to Jack
and blew puff, puff, at his hand. He did not like the cold air, and shrank
back. When she blew again, saying, "What? what?" just as he had done, he
got angry and said she was bad, and it made him cold. She still pretended
to be very much surprised that he should feel anything uncomfortable, and
looked all over the bellows as if in search of something; then she blew
again, and explained that she could not see anything, repeating just as he
had done, "Wind, _no_: wind, _no_."
With joy and wonder she saw that her lesson had been understood. Putting
two fingers side by side--the only way which he could think of to express
likeness--Jack repeated over and over, "God like wind; God like wind."
After this he often spoke of God; once when he had been trying to look at
the sun, he shut his dazzled eyes and spelt on his fingers, "God like sun.
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