<TITLE>11. Par 28-29</TITLE>L-28 And I come to find out later, she was a little war orphan. The Russians had killed her father and mother both in the massacre up there towards the border. And they, she was just a little orphan, wondering about from people would take her. And her little ragged skirts hanging down, her little chopped off hair hanging along this way, ragged: great big old dress on, it all ragged on the bottom.
And she looked at me, her little pale face from hunger, and I thought, "God, merciful to that little thing." And she looked at me, she--she jerked back, 'cause they'd been strictly warned on the street not to say nothing, 'cause it'd just... You know? But that wasn't my wishes, but the managers. I'd actually tell you this. When they'd all get in church, I'd got some of that money. And you ought to see what it is. I'd get out there on the street and buy candy, and I had kids strung all up and down the street. And I like little fellows. I got a little girl setting in here somewhere tonight, little bitty pumpkin seed about so high like. I love the little fellows. I squeeze them till I hurt them.

L-29 So then, I was thinking of that poor little thing, how she was. And she stood back, she thought she'd did something wrong. And I looked at her. The two soldiers in front went on. The two behind stopped, waited. And they said... Oh, I said, "Just a minute. Just a minute." I couldn't make them understand, "Just--just a minute." I knowed that child wanted something, and I looked at her, and she looked up at me. And I noticed her little lips quivering; she held her head down. I knew she wanted to come over there where I was at. And I motioned to her. I said, "Come on, honey."
She kept her head down. She looked up, and she seen my fingers. She couldn't understand what I was saying. And I motioned to her. She smiled. She took her little crutches and set them out. Here she come. I just stood still. These other two soldiers backed up against the wall and was watching. She come over till she... I never done a thing, just stood like this. That poor little fellow come over right close to where I was. She stopped, set her little crippled leg over to one--like that so she could brace herself, put her little crutches back, reached down and got my coat, pulled it up, and kissed me on the pocket of my coat, and dropped it down. She looked up, and the tears running down her little pink lip--face, her little baby blue eyes, and she pulled her little skirt out, said, "Kiitos." "Kiitos" means "Thank you." She pulled her little skirt out and said, "Thank you."
Oh, my, my heart was throbbing. I looked at the child, and I said, "Oh, honey..." And I looked going and there went a vision; and there went the girl walking without crutches or braces. I said, "Honey, the Lord's healed you." And she--and she couldn't understand what I was saying. And I said, "The Lord's healed you." And they kept saying... Brother Baxter run to the door and motioned, "Come on," like that. So I had to go on. I knowed she'd receive it sometime, she'd see it.


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