Mary: Father, how are the Native Americans treating you Are you sure that we can trust them?
Roger Williams: Mary, you know the answer to both those questions, but I shall tell you again. The Native Americans are treating me fine and, you know that we can trust them. After all the things that they have done for us, we should be thanking them, not them thanking us!
Mary: Father, I do not mean to be rude but, what have the Native Americans done for us? And again father, I am just asking a simple question in which you must answer!!
Roger Williams: Mary!! Why, the Native Americans have helped us 2 times and I am very pleased! You should be thankful for them, because without them, John Cotton and the others would send me back to England and who knows what would happen to me!
Mary: Father, could you remind me what the 2 things are?
Roger Williams: One, is that the Native Americans have been very kind to take in our family including the other people. Second, they have given us a little place to stay where we can have our own rules. The Native Americans have been very helpful.
Mary: Father, you have not told me much about your escape and I would very much be pleased to hear it.
Roger Williams: Very well, I shall tell my journey. After I escaped from Massachusetts and walked through the wilderness and after a few days I ran out of food, I knew that I had to find food fast, if I didn’t, I would begin to feel weak. I looked for food supply as the Native Americans have taught me. I slept in the hollow of a tree and after all of the layers, I still almost froze to death. When a Native American hunter woke me up he took me to his place and all of the people took care of me.
Mary: I have not realized that they have done so much. Father, can I see the new land?
Roger Williams: Of course you can Mary! Just wait one second because I promised the Native Americans that I would help them hunt fish.
Native American: Hey, little girl, what is your name?
Mary: Aaaaahhhhh!!!
Native American: Ok, Aaaaahhhhh! Is Roger Williams your father?
Mary: Aaaaahhhhh!!!
Native American: Your father’s name is Aaaaahhhhh!!!
Roger Williams: What are you doing here, she is my daughter. Her name is Mary.
Native American: I thought her name was Aaaaahhhhh! And her father’s name was Aaaaahhhhh!!
Roger Williams: She was screaming at… at….at a butterfly!!
Native American: Well, ok, bye.
Roger Williams: Come on Mary, let me show you the new land.
Mary: Father the new land needs a name, a beautiful name.
Roger Williams: What do you think we should call it?
Mary: We should call it Providence because of God’s Providence that has lead you here.
