“You might have read it in your Bible—in the life of Jesus Christ, our Pattern.”
“Please explain.”
“He came down from Heaven to live for us—that was a great thing, was it not? And He died on the Cross for our sins—that was a great thing too. But He took little children up in His arms and blessed them, and that seemed a little thing to those who stood by; but has it proved such a little thing?”
“Tell me,” said Winifred earnestly.
“I think it has made little children and loving parents very happy ever since. I think it has made a great difference to the world, knowing that He loved the children and did not think them too little to be blessed and noticed and loved. If nothing is too little for Him, need we find it too little for us.”
“Dear angel,” said Winifred, with tears in her eyes, “I will try never to forget.”
“Try, little child,” answered the angel tenderly; and looking down into Winifred’s eyes, he added almost solemnly, “and when you have learnt the lesson, will you be afraid to come with me?”
“With you, where?”
“To a bright, happy land, where no sorrow is—to a beautiful home where you would live always in the light of your Saviour’s love. Would you be afraid to go there, my child?”
“I don’t know,” answered Winifred slowly. “Do you mean heaven?”