"But where's the river?" asked Jack.
"Jesus Christ is the Water of Life, His blood that He shed will wash you whiter than snow. You must go to Him and ask Him to cleanse you, and then you will be able to start on your journey."
"I like journeys," announced Bumps, only dimly understanding the allegory, "partic'ly when we have thandwiches."
Jack rolled over on the grass.
"It will be a first-rate game," he said, rising to his feet; "I think better than Joseph!"
Then he caught sight of an early butterfly, and in a moment was off across the lawn in pursuit of it.
The little party broke up. Bumps trotted after Jack, but Jill betook herself to their hammock. Here she swung herself to and fro wrapped in deep meditation. The Golden City had entranced her. For the first time in her little life she began to long to be good, and later on that day, after she had been put to bed, Miss Falkner heard her murmur in her sleep—
"I'll start to-morrow!"