“I understand you quite,” returned Donal. “Some go to other men to draw it for them; and some go to others to hear from them what they must draw—thus getting all their blunders in addition to those they must make for themselves. But the nearest likeness you can see of him, is the one drawn by yourself while doing what he tells you. He has promised to come into those who keep his word. He will then be much nearer to them than in bodily presence; and such may well be able to draw for themselves the likeness of God.—But first of all, and before everything else, mind, Davie, OBEDIENCE!”
“Yes, Mr. Grant; I know,” said Davie.
“Then off with you! Only think sometimes it is God who gave you your game.”
“I’m going to fly my kite, Mr. Grant.”
“Do. God likes to see you fly your kite, and it is all in his March wind it flies. It could not go up a foot but for that.”
Davie went.
“You have heard that my uncle is very ill to-day!” said Arctura.
“I have. Poor man!” replied Donal.
“He must be in a very peculiar condition.”
“Of body and mind both. He greatly perplexes me.”