"God is there, anyhow," she answered; "only you can't see him that way."
"I don't care about seeing God," said the next elder: "it's Amy I want to see. Do tell me, Marion, how we are to see Amy. It's too bad if we're never to see her again; and I don't think it's fair."
"I will tell you the only way I know. When Jesus was in the world, he told us that all who had clean hearts should see God. That's how Jesus himself saw God."
"It's Amy, I tell you, Marion—it's not God I want to see," insisted the one who had last spoken.
"Well, my dear, but how can you see Amy if you can't even see God? If Amy
be in God's arms, the first thing, in order to find her, is to find God.
To be good is the only way to get near to anybody. When you're naughty,
Willie, you can't get near your mamma, can you?"
"Yes, I can. I can get close up to her."
"Is that near enough? Would you be quite content with that? Even when she turns away her face and won't look at you?"
The little caviller was silent.
"Did you ever see God, Marion?" asked one of the girls.
She thought for a moment before giving an answer. "No," she said. "I've seen things just after he had done them; and I think I've heard him speak to me; but I've never seen him yet."