He covered his head with the bedclothes, but to his excited imagination the eye seemed to pierce right down into his very heart.
"I'll ask Mrs. Power how I can make God my Friend, so that I won't mind Him watching me," he said at length. "I liked the story of the little girl."
Dwelling again in thought upon the simple incident with its happy ending, the weary boy finally dropped off to sleep.
Robin had knelt that evening as usual at his mother's knee, but when he had finished his prayer, a dreamy look stole into his face, as if he was thinking of some great and solemn thing. Madelaine waited quietly, wondering what new revelation had come to her little son.
"Mother," he said earnestly, "I'm so glad God can see everything, not only the good things, but the bad too. I'm really glad he sees the bad."
"Why is that, Robin?" enquired Madelaine.
"Because then I'm sure that He won't leave one single sin behind when I ask Him to 'Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow,'" replied the boy. "I can't recollect them all, but if He has seen everything He will know when the very last one is blotted out."
"The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all sin, little Robin," said his mother. "You can trust Him to complete His gracious work, for He is able to save to the uttermost them that come unto God by Him."
CHAPTER VII
The Mysterious Packets