'Will you read us about the gates of heaven, mother? Bobby says he'll be let inside, and I shall be shut out.'
'No, I didn't.'
'Yes, you did.'
'We won't have any quarrelling. What do you want to hear about?'
'The gates,' said Bobby, 'the beautiful gates. It's the last page of the Bible. I know it is. Will you read, True, the tex' about having a right to enter? It begins, "Blessed——"'
Mrs. Allonby had no difficulty in finding it. She read very slowly.
'Blessed are they that do His commandments, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in through the gates into the City.'
'There!' said True, 'it doesn't say anything about washing, Bobby.'
Bobby looked sorely perplexed.
'Lady Is'bel teached it to me out of the Talian Bible. "Blessed are they that wash their robes in the blood of the Lamb, that they may have right to the tree of life, and may enter in frough the gates into the City." That's my tex', I know it is.'