“Little Little,” he said, “I have to see you right away!” “It’s dawn,” I said. “It’s too early.” “In Genesis it’s written that Abraham rose early to stand before the Lord,” he began, “and it is written there that Jacob rose early to worship the Lord. In Exodus it is written that Moses rose early to give God’s message to Pharaoh, and—” “I’m not awake, Little Lion!” I complained. But there was no stopping him. “… Judges it is written that Gideon rose early to examine the fleece. Now in First Samuel it is written that Hannah and Elkanah rose early to worship God, and in Mark it is written that the Son of God rose early to …” On and on. I finally agreed to meet him. It is also written somewhere that many strokes overthrow the tallest oaks. I picked him up in front of the motel, seated in my Kiddyride behind the wheel, while Little Lion stood beside me, close enough to get his arm across my shoulders as I drove. I was dressed in one of my crisp white cotton numbers, made to order for me by our housekeeper, Mrs.
