"But can God cry?" asked Mark incredulously.
"Oh, darling. God can do everything."
"But fancy crying! If I could do everything I shouldn't cry."
Mrs. Lidderdale perceived that her picture of the wise and compassionate Eye would require elaboration.
"But do you only cry, Mark dear, when you can't do what you want? Those are not nice tears. Don't you ever cry because you're sorry you've been disobedient?"
"I don't think so, Mother," Mark decided after a pause. "No, I don't think I cry because I'm sorry except when you're sorry, and that sometimes makes me cry. Not always, though. Sometimes I'm glad you're sorry. I feel so angry that I like to see you sad."
"But you don't often feel like that?"
"No, not often," he admitted.
"But suppose you saw somebody being ill-treated, some poor dog or cat being teased, wouldn't you feel inclined to cry?"
"Oh, no," Mark declared. "I get quite red inside of me, and I want to kick the people who is doing it."