There were things puzzling me, had puzzled me that very day, and I felt inclined to place them before my kind granny.
"What are Christians, grandmother?" I asked.
"My dear child," said my grandmother, "the word simply means the followers of Christ."
"Oh, it cannot mean that!" I cried, then stopped, abashed.
Grandmother raised her glasses from her eyes, placed them on her forehead, and stared at me in a puzzled way for a few seconds, then she said:
"My dear Pearl, why do you say that?"
She was looking at me and I must answer, although fearing that I had hurt her feelings in some way by my abrupt contradiction.
"You said that the man, Christ, was very kind and gentle, and that He always thought of the good of others before His own," I continued. "Would He pay thousands upon thousands for a grand church, in which to sit and be happy, and feel rich; and thousands upon thousands for a great organ to play sweet music and make Him forget the world's sorrows, while His brothers were too poor to pay for their board——?"
"No, he would not!" said grandmother, tears welling into her blue eyes.