"I think I will have to run away, dear," Katherine interposed, "for it is almost tea time, you know."
"Please—please! haven't you time to tell me just one thing more?"
"Yes, I have time for that, but—" and she lifted a doubtful look to her principal.
"Papa, may I ask her?" pleaded the girl, intuitively realizing that her new friend feared his disapproval.
The man never refused his child anything in reason, and he could not now, although he felt secretly antagonistic, and his look was almost stern as he responded:
"Very well, dear, if Miss Minturn will kindly have patience with you."
"Well, then," and Dorothy eagerly turned again to Katherine, "if
God is Mind, Intelligence and Life, as you said, how can man be
His image and likeness?"
For a moment Katherine was dismayed, in view of the depths involved in this query, and at a loss how to reply in a way to clearly convey the truth to this inquiring mind, while a slightly ironical smile curved the lips of the learned professor, as he said to himself:
"This is a poser for the young woman."
"You do not think the account of the creation of man as God's image and likeness refers to this imperfect mortal or physical body, do you, Dorothy?" she inquired, after a moment of thought.