F. B. Meyer called on a poor woman who made her living by taking in washing. When he arrived, she was hanging some clothes on a line. He commended her on how clean and white they looked. Thanking him for the compliment, she invited him in for tea. Time slipped by as they talked about the Lord. Meanwhile, the sky had clouded over and a light coating of snow covered the ground. As Meyer opened the door to leave, he said without thinking, "my, your washing doesn’t look quite as clean now!" "No," replied the woman. “The washing is as clean as it can be, but who can compete with God’s white?"