"Mamma," said Harold, "I don't think that I just understand about that long word the minister used so much this morning--resurrection; won't you explain it, please?"
"Well," said mamma, "it is not very easy for little folks to understand, but I will try. I will tell you the
STORY OF THE FIRST EASTER DAY.
"You know that the enemies of Jesus crucified him as I told you, and he died upon the cross."
"Yes," said Margaret, soberly, "I know about that. My little kittie died. She went to sleep, and couldn't wake up any more. Poor little kittie!"
"Yes," said mamma, "and you know that dear Grand-mamma White went to sleep and didn't wake up, and God took her dear, beautiful soul to be with him.
"After Jesus had suffered on the cross, he went to sleep, that sound, sound sleep that we call death. Then they took him from the cross, and placed his body in a tomb dug out of the rock, and rolled a great stone before the door. His disciples and all his friends were very, very sad, because they thought they would never see him again."
"But they did, mamma," said Harold.
"Oh, yes," said Margaret, "he wasn't truly dead."