'Is that all the kinds?' asked Jinx.
'Yes,' said Rosalie, 'that's all.'
'Well,' said Jinx thoughtfully, 'I've made up my mind which I am.'
'Which, Mr. Jinx?' asked the child.
'Well,' he said, 'you see I can't be one of the ninety-and-nine, because I've done lots of bad things in my life. I've got into tempers, and I've sworn, and I've done heaps of bad things: so that's out of the question. And I can't be a found sheep, because I don't love the Good Shepherd—I never think about Him at all; so I suppose I'm a lost sheep. That's a very bad thing to be, isn't it?'
'Yes, very bad; if you are always a lost sheep,' said the child; 'but if you are one of the lost sheep, then Jesus came to seek you and to save you.'
'Didn't He come to seek and save the old mother?' asked Jinx.
'Not if she's one of the ninety-and-nine,' said Rosalie. 'It says, "The Son of Man is come to seek and to save that which was lost;" so if she isn't lost, it doesn't mean her.'
The woman looked very uncomfortable when Rosalie said this; she did not like to think that Jesus had not come to save her.
'Well, and suppose a fellow knows he's one of the lost sheep,' said Jinx, 'what has he got to do?'