“And then what happened? Tell me, daddy.”
“A Greek steamer took us and our baggage to Trebizond.”
“And what then?”
“And then, a year later, the terrible massacre at our Trebizond mission occurred––”
That was what the child was waiting for.
“I know!” she interrupted eagerly. “The wicked Turks and the cruel Kurds did come galloping and shouting ‘Allah!’ And all the poor, converted people became martyrs. And God loves martyrs, doesn’t He?”
“Yes, dear––”
“And then they did kill all the poor little Christian children!” exclaimed the child excitedly. “And they did cut you with swords and guns! And then the kind sailors with the American flag took you and mamma and me to a ship and saved us by the grace of our Lord Jesus!”
“Yes, dear––”
“Tell me!”