"Is that the door He knocks at?" said Angel, starting from her seat, as a sudden thought seized her.
"What do you mean, little Angel?"
"The door with the great pillars on each side of it, and the brass bell and knocker; is it there He knocks every night?"
"I don't quite understand what you mean," said Mabel gently. "Can you tell me a little more about it?"
"My mother read it in the Bible last night, and it said He knocked at a door and wanted to come in, and mother said she didn't think it meant our door."
"Is this what you mean?" said the young lady. She took up a little Bible which lay beside her, and read aloud: "'Behold, I stand at the door, and knock.'"
"Yes, that's it," said Angel; "and my mother said she had clean forgot what it meant; but she thought it meant Jesus."
"Yes; your mother was quite right, little Angel; it is Jesus who is knocking at the door."
"Then it is this door with the pillars," said the child.
"No, not this door," said the young lady; "it means a door that belongs to you, little Angel. It is not a door that you can see or touch; it is the door of little Angel's heart. Jesus calls it a door, to show you what He means. He wants to come into your heart. He wants you to love Him, and to give your own little self to Him. This is what it means, little Angel."