"That's very beautiful, and very strange," said Ally pensively, as the minister paused at the end of the chapter. "But, Mr. Billups, is it all true?"
"The Bible, my dear Ally ought to know, is all true," replied Mr. Billups.
"And did Jesus give his flesh and blood, as he said he would?" asked Ally.
"Yes, my child," answered Mr. Billups, "he certainly made all his promises good."
"I wish I knew where," said Ally inquiringly. "I asked Mrs. White, and she said she didn't know, and that I asked too many questions."
"When he died on the cross, and shed his blood for our salvation," said the minister solemnly, closing the Bible, and looking at me as if he would say: "There's an end of the whole matter: you see how easily I have explained it to him." Ally did not, however, seem so easily satisfied.
"But where can we get it to eat and drink?" asked he. "Jesus said we must eat and drink it."
Mr. Billups again glanced at me with a look which I interpreted to mean, "I fear he has been reading this too attentively," and then said:
"You partake of it by faith, my child, but you do not really eat it."
"I must believe I eat it, and don't eat it after all," said Ally explanatorily.