“What bad things do you do?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Then you don’t know that you are wicked; you only know that Arkie told you so!”
Lady Arctura drew herself up; but Donal was too intent to perceive the offence he had given.
“I will tell you,” Donal went on, “something you did wicked to-day.” Davie grew rosy red. “When we find out one wicked thing we do, it is a beginning to finding out all the wicked things we do. Some people would rather not find them out, but have them hidden from themselves and from God too. But let us find them out, everyone of them, that we may ask Jesus to take them away, and help Jesus to take them away, by fighting them with all our strength.—This morning you pulled the little pup’s ears till he screamed.” Davie hung his head. “You stopped a while, and then did it again! So I knew it wasn’t that you didn’t know. Is that a thing Jesus would have done when he was a little boy?”
“No, sir.”
“Why?”
“Because it would have been wrong.”
“I suspect, rather, it is because he would have loved the little pup. He didn’t have to think about its being wrong. He loves every kind of living thing. He wants to take away your sin because he loves you. He doesn’t merely want to make you not cruel to the little pup, but to take away the wrong think that doesn’t love him. He wants to make you love every living creature. Davie, Jesus came out of the grave to make us good.”
Tears were flowing down Davie’s checks.