"Ah no!" said Mrs. Headley, "that is the easiest page of all—nothing but glory."
"Glory?" asked Hugh, "you have told us the meaning of the last first. Now, what is it, mother?"
"What does the black remind you of, dears?" she asked, in answer to their eager look.
"Night," "discomfort," "blindness," "being lost," suggested several of them.
"Yes," said Mrs. Headley; "but anything else?"
"Is it sin, mother?" asked Agnes, in a low tone.
"Yes, my dear children, it is sin. The black is sin; 'hopeless night,' 'discomfort,' 'blindness,' 'being lost'—all you have said summed up in that one dark page—sin."
"Now I guess," exclaimed John hastily, "the red is Blood. Oh, I guess now!"
"The Blood of Jesus, the Son of God. Nothing else can take the black sin away. But that can; yes, the blood is easier to read than the sin, isn't it, dears?"
"I don't see why," said Hugh, looking puzzled.