sang Cherry.
Whiter than the snow—
Wash me in the Blood of the Lamb,
And I shall be whiter than snow."
"Sing it again, Cherry," said Dickie, "'cause I do like it so. Did we sing that this mornin', Cherry?"
"Not this one," answered Cherry.
"I 'fought we did—sing it again, Cherry. Do you fink He'll wash me whiter than snow?"
"Of course He will, Dickie, if you come to Him."
"What do it mean, Cherry, 'whiter than snow'?"
"I think it means being washed in the Blood of Jesus."
"But how, whiter than the snow?"
"Don't you remember, Dickie, when there was snow, afore mother-Meg took us away from old Sairy,—don't you remember how there weren't a spot on it when we got up one morning?"