Well, a few days later she was sitting upstairs and the doorbell rang. She said, “I almost broke my neck to get downstairs. I knew what was going to happen.” As she threw the door open, here was her brother! She stood up in the audience and told that story to the thousand who were present that Sunday morning. They all saw her. No one, I presume, would go and verify it; I trusted her implicitly. If she lied to me, then it’s entirely up to her; but I am convinced the whole thing was true. I don’t check on you. I believe you when you tell me that it happened.76 ¶31