The boys and girls in the orphanage were not having the amount of milk they really needed to build up their little bodies as it was impossible to secure the amount needed out where we lived. Many of them scarcely knew what milk was before coming to us and they could not seem to get enough to satisfy them. We had been trying to get them to the place where they would really listen attentively to the reading of the Scriptures and try to understand what was being read. One evening one of the older girls (in her early teens) was reading the Scripture lesson in the worship period. She had chosen the fiftieth Psalm and was reading the 10th verse when a boy of possibly ten years of age, sprang from his seat and called out, "on how many hills?" I at once caught the inspiration of the child and asked Rafaela to slowly read the last verse over. She read again "for every beast of the forest is mine, and tile cattle on a thousand hills" (this is verse 10). As he caught the words, his eyes grew wide with wonder and his innermost thoughts came out. "Oh, oh, and can't He give us some?" Another caught the thought and turned to me with a pointed question. 'Grandmother! (this is what the children in the Home call me) if we are good children and we pray will God not give us some of those cows?" (Oh, for the simple faith of a child.) I could only answer, "I believe He will."

They began praying with all the earnestness of their souls and they did not grow weary at praying as older folks often do, but they kept right at it. At last their childish faith conquered. A letter came from a Christian brother in a far-off State, bringing a good offering and saying that he was thinking about the children in the Homes and wondered if we had our own cows. He continued saying that if we did have, then we could use the offering for whatever else was needed, but if we did not have, then we should buy two cows. We called the children in and had a thanksgiving service, praising God for answering the children's prayers again, and then sent two men out into the country to buy the cows. Two good cows were bought, one with a calf. These reached their new home one morning during school hours, and were first brought through the front gate of the institution. As the cows called out their first greeting to the children. Every eye was turned in the direction from whence it came, and as soon as the boys saw the lovely animals, they forgot all about lessons and to the amazement of the teacher, they jumped over desks and took a short cut out to where the cows were waiting. School was dismissed for the day, as that was the greatest day the children had ever known and we did not want to quench their happy spirit. Later in the day, when the fever of their joy had worn off, we called them all together and again read the precious Psalm (that many of them call the "cow Psalm"). Then together we worshipped the Lord and praised Him for answered prayer.