He acquiesced aloud; truthfully. Then added, under his breath:
"Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."
"God is very fond of children, isn't He?"
"Very fond."
Again there came to him a suggestion; to himself he quoted:
"Suffer little children to come unto Me."
"You are very fond of little children too, aren't you?" She nestled, if possible, a little closer. "Mamma says she knows you are."
"Mamma is right, darling. Very fond."
"But you don't love any of them better than you do me, do you?"
Her blue eyes were fixed on his face as she looked up, eager to hear his reply; quite truthfully he answered: