s head. "You stopped
a while, and then did it again! So I knew it wasn't that you didn't
know. Is that a thing Jesus would have done when he was a little boy?"

"No, sir."

"Why?"

"Because it would have been wrong."

"I suspect, rather, it is because he would have loved the little pup.
He didn't have to think about its being wrong. He loves every kind of
living thing. He wants to take away your sin because he loves you. He
doesn't merely want to make you not cruel to the little pup, but to
take away the wrong think that doesn't love him. He wants to make you
love every living creature. Davie, Jesus came out of the grave to make
us good."

Tears were flowing down Davie's checks.

"The lesson 's done, Davie," said Donal, and rose and went, leaving him
with lady Arctura.

But ere he reached the door, he turned with sudden impulse, and said:--

"Davie, I love Jesus Christ and his Father more than I can tell
you--more than I can put in words--more than I can think; and if you
love me you will mind what Jesus tells you."

"What a good man you must be, Mr. Grant!--Mustn't he, Arkie?" sobbed
Davie.

Donal laughed.

"What, Davie!" he exclaimed. "You think me very good for loving the
only good person in the whole world! That is very odd! Why, Davie, I
should be the most contemptible creature, knowing him as I do, not to
love him with all my heart--yes, with all the big heart I shall have
one day when he has done making me."

"Is he making you still, Mr. Grant? I thought you were grown up!"

"Well, I don't think he will make me any taller," answered Donal. "But
the live part of me--the thing I love you with, the thing I think about
God with, the thing I love poetry with, the thing I read the Bible
with--that thing God keeps on making bigger and bigger. I do not know
where it will stop, I only know where it will not stop. That thing is
me, and God will keep on making it bigger to all eternity, though he
has not even got it into the right shape yet."

"Why is he so long about it?"

"I don't think he is long about it; but he could do it quicker if I
were as good as by this time I ought to be, with the father and mother
I have, and all my long hours on the hillsides with my New Testament
and the sheep. I prayed to God on the hill and in the fields, and he
heard me, Davie, and made me see the foolishness of many things, and
the grandeur and beauty of other things. Davie, God wants to give you
the whole