The three children were sitting together in a bunch upon the rug in the gloaming.  Baby was talking so Daddy behind his newspaper up his ears, for the young lady was silent as a rule, and every glimpse of her little mind was of interest.  She was nursing the disreputable little downy quilt which she called and much preferred to any of her dolls.  
“I wonder if they will let Wriggly into heaven,” she said.
 
The boys laughed.  They generally laughed at what Baby said.
 
“If they won’t I won’t go in, either,” she added.
 
“Nor me, neither, if they don’t let in my Teddy-bear,” said Dimples.
 
“I’ll tell them it is a nice, clean, blue Wriggly,” said Baby.  “I love my Wriggly.”  She cooed over it and hugged it.
 
“What about that, Daddy?” asked Laddie, in his earnest fashion.  “Are there toys in heaven, do you think?”
 
“Of course there are.  Everything that can make children happy.”
 
“As many toys as in Hamley’s shop?” asked Dimples.
 
“More,” said Daddy, .
 
“Oo!” from all three.
 
“Daddy, dear,” said Laddie.  “I’ve been wondering about the .”
 
“Yes, dear.  What was it?”
 
“Well, the story about the Ark.  All those animals were in the Ark, just two of each, for forty days.  Wasn’t that so?”
 
“That is the story.”
 
“Well, then, what did the carnivorous animals eat?”
 
One should be honest with children and not put them off with ridiculous explanations.  Their questions about such matters are generally much more sensible than their parents’ replies.
 
“Well, dear,” said Daddy, weighing his words, “these stories are very, very old.  The Jews put them in the Bible, but they got them from the people in Babylon, and the people in Babylon probably got them from some one else away back in the beginning of things.  If a story gets passed down like that, one person adds a little and another adds a little, and so you never get things quite as they happened.  The Jews put it in the Bible exactly as they heard it, but it had been going about for thousands of years before then.”
 
“So it was not true?”
 
“Yes, I think it was true.  I think there was a great flood, and I think that some people did escape, and that they saved their beasts, just as we should try to save Nigger and the Monkstown cocks and hens if we were flooded p. 230out.  Then they were able to start again when the waters went down, and they were naturally very grateful to God for their escape.”
 
“What did the people who didn’t escape think about it?”
 
“Well, we can’t tell that.”
 
“They wouldn’t be very grateful, would they?”
 
“Their time was come,” said Daddy, who was a bit of a Fatalist.  “I expect it was the best thing.”
 
“It was jolly hard luck on Noah being swallowed by a fish after all his trouble,” said Dimples.
 
“Silly !  It was Jonah that was swallowed.  Was it a whale, Daddy?”
 
“A whale!  Why, a whale couldn’t swallow a herring!”
 
“A shark, then?”
 
“Well, there again you have an old story which has got twisted and turned a good deal.  No doubt he was a holy man who had some great escape at sea, and then the sailors and others who admired him invented this wonder.”
 
“Daddy,” said Dimples, suddenly, “should we do just the same as Jesus did?”
 
“Yes, dear; He was the noblest Person that ever lived.”
 
“Well, did Jesus lie down every day from twelve to one?”
 
“I don’t know that He did.”
 
“Well, then, I won’t lie down from twelve to one.”
 
“If Jesus had been a growing boy and had been ordered to lie down by His Mumty and the doctor, I am sure He would have done so.”
 
“Did He take malt extract?”
 
“He did what He was told, my son—I am sure of that.  He was a good man, so He must have been a good boy—perfect in all He did.”
 
“Baby saw God yesterday,” remarked Laddie, .
 
Daddy dropped his paper.
 
“Yes, we made up our minds we would all lie on our backs and stare at the sky until we saw God.  So we put the big rug on the lawn and then we all lay down side by side, and stared and stared.  I saw nothing, and Dimples saw nothing, but Baby says she saw God.”
 
Baby nodded in her wise way.
 
“I saw Him,” she said.
 
“What was He like, then?”
 
“Oh, just God.”
 
She would say no more, but hugged her Wriggly.
 
The Lady had entered and listened with some to the frank of the children’s views.  Yet the very essence of faith was in that audacity.  It was all so unquestionably real.
 
“Which is strongest, Daddy, God or the Devil?”  It was Laddie who was speculating now.
 
p. 232“Why, God rules everything, of course.”
 
“Then why doesn’t He kill the Devil?”
 
“And scalp him?” added Dimples.
 
“That would stop all trouble, wouldn’t it, Daddy?”
 
Poor Daddy was rather floored.  The Lady came to his help.
 
“If everything was good and easy in this world, then there would be nothing to fight against, and so, Laddie, our characters would never improve.”
 
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