"Does He love me?" asked Amy. "How do you know?"
"Because He says so."
"But He is up in heaven. Nurse said my little brother is up there with Him."
It was always "nurse." Amy did not seem to owe much knowledge of that kind to any one else. Lucy tried to explain as simply as possible that, although the Saviour is in heaven, He is as really near us as when He was on earth; and that we have still in the Bible the very words that He spoke while yet among men.
"Are they in there?" asked Amy, looking at Lucy's Bible.
"Yes, dear. You can't read yet, I suppose?"
"Oh no! The doctor says I mustn't learn for a long while."
"Then I will read to you some of the things that Jesus said. Would you like that?"
"Oh yes!" said Amy; and Lucy read the account of our Saviour blessing the little children. She was pleased and surprised at the quiet attention and deep interest with which Amy listened, and mentally resolved to try to lead her to know more of that blessed Saviour, of whom as yet she knew so little. Here was some work provided for her already, she thought, and the feeling made her happier than she had been since she left home.
The evening passed away much as the former one had gone, except that it was varied by the presence of visitors, among whom was a gentleman who, Stella privately informed her cousin, was an "admirer" of Sophy's.