"Yes," I replied. "Did your father tell you what it means?" I added, suddenly curious.
"No," said my small friend; "I didn't ask him. You see," he supplemented, "it tells itself what it means!"
The things of religion so often to the children tell themselves what they mean! Only the other day I heard a little girl recounting to her young uncle, learned in the higher criticism, the story of the Creation.
"Just only six days it took God to make everything" she said; "think of that!"
"My dear child," remonstrated her uncle, "that isn't the point at all —the amount of time it required! As a matter of fact, it took thousands of years to make the world. The word 'day' in that connection means a certain period of time, not twenty-four hours."
"Oh!" cried the little girl, in disappointment; "that takes the wonderfulness out of it!"
"Not at all," protested her young uncle. "And, supposing it did, can you not see that the world could not have been made in six of our days?"
"Why," said the child, in surprise, "I should think it could have been!"
"For what reason?" her uncle asked, in equal amazement.
"Because God was doing it!" the child exclaimed.