“And will you sing to Christie and me?”
“Oh, yes; that I will—to your heart’s content.”
She had taken him in her arms, and was sitting with him on her lap, by this time; and they were silent, while Christie moved about the room, putting things away before they should go down-stairs.
“Christie,” said Gertrude, “do you know I think Claude must be changed as you say you are? He is so different from what he used to be!”
Christie stood quite still, with the garment she had been folding in her hands.
“He is much better,” she said. “He does not suffer as he used to do.”
“No. Well, perhaps that is it. Do you think he is too young to be changed? But if the change is wrought by God, as you say it is, how can he be too young?”
Christie came and knelt beside them.
“I don’t know. I suppose not. You know it is said, ‘Suffer the little children to come unto Me.’”
The little boy looked from one to the other as they spoke.