She paused a moment, considering, as if the words had a meaning she had not thought of before.
“Yes,” said Effie; “and he went on to explain all about it. I canna repeat much of it; but I understood the most of it, I think.”
“I was always waiting to hear something about the peace,” said Christie; “but he didna get to that.”
“No. He told us he had kept us too long on the first part of the subject. He’ll give us the rest next Sabbath.”
Christie sighed. The chances were very much against her hearing what was to be said next Sabbath. In a moment she repeated, musingly:
“‘Pardoneth all our sins; accepteth us as righteous.’ I never thought about that before. ‘The righteousness of Christ imputed to us.’ What is ‘imputed,’ Effie?”
“It means put to our credit, as if it were our own,” said Effie. “I have read that somewhere.”
“Do you understand all the catechism, Effie?” asked Christie, looking wonderingly into her face. Effie laughed a little, and shook her head.
“I don’t understand it all, as the minister does, but I think I know something about every question. There is so much in the catechism.”
“Yes, I suppose so,” assented Christie. “But it’s a pity that all good books are so dull and so hard to understand.”