“We seek to know Him, and—I love Him. I do not know how to do His will.”
“His will is written in His Word, and He Himself will teach you,” said the stranger.
Then Tessie broke in flippantly,—
“But how are we to know? Some say one thing, and some another. Father Jerome says it is the last thing we should do—to read the Bible for ourselves. And how are we to know?”
“But we do read it,” said Frederica. “And there is no use in asking what Mr Jerome St. Cyr would wish us to do.”
“But for my part, I think he is quite as likely to be right as those others,” said Tessie. “There are many more who are of his opinion than of ours. And it would be a shocking thing to say that all the crowds of people who go to his church are all wrong.”
“Hush, Tessie dear, and listen,” said Selina. “Mama dear, are you very tired? Would you like to hear more?”
If Selina could have seen her mother’s face, she would not have asked.
“Tell us more!” said she.
“Begin at the beginning,” said Fred, and she read, “Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise.”