"Yes, if you like."
So Corrie ate her cake and then curled herself up into her old attitude in Robin's arms, as on that happy night before Christmas, while he began to hunt in his memory for a story.
But somehow it seemed as though he were trying to sing a song and had forgotten the words; each Bible incident that came to his mind brought a condemning meaning with it.
"Tell me about the naughty people in the beautiful garden, Robin, who stole the fruit from the tree God told them not to touch!"
Her brother obeyed; and when he had finished, she looked up into his face and said—
"They would not have been afraid of God, would they, Robin, if they had not been naughty?"
"No!" groaned Robin.
"Does God see us all day and all night too?" continued Corrie. "Even in the dark, when we are under the bedclothes?"
"Yes," answered the boy. "It is never dark with God. He is always looking at us."
"But we need not be afraid," persisted the child, "because you have often told me, Robin, He loves us very much. Mother says she loves me, even when I am naughty, only it makes her heart sore when I do bad things. Does God love like that?"