"No; wait a minute," said the old man. "I'll tell you it all—here's some reading at the bottom: 'White in the blood of the Lamb.' That's all, Dot."
"What Lamb, Mr. Solemn?"
"Oh, I don't know, Dot; that's a text; it's in the Bible somewhere."
"I want to know all about it," said Dot impatiently. "Can't you tell me, Mr. Solemn?"
But just then they heard a voice behind them, saying—
"Oh, that looks very well. I am so glad it is done!" and, looking up, they saw the little girl's papa, with Violet having hold of his hand.
Solomon touched his hat respectfully, and moved away; but Dot stayed behind, for she wanted to hear about the text on the little girl's grave.
"'White in the blood of the Lamb,'" read Mr. Stanley aloud.
"What Lamb?" asked little Dot simply.
"The dear Lord Jesus," said the gentleman. "My little girl would never have got to heaven if He had not washed her in His blood. And now Lilian wears a white robe, made white in the blood of the Lamb. Yes, my children," he went on, taking the little girls by the hand, "there is no other way to the bright land above the sky; there is no other way to get rid of your sin—and no sin can enter into heaven. But Jesus has loved you, and shed His blood for you, and He can wash you whiter than snow."