"I wish I knew," said Peter gravely. "I wish I could see a
picture of God. It would make Him seem lots more real."

"I've often wondered myself what he looks like," said Felicity in
a burst of confidence. Even in Felicity, so it would seem, there
were depths of thought unplumbed.

"I've seen pictures of Jesus," said Felix meditatively. "He
looks just like a man, only better and kinder. But now that I
come to think of it, I've never seen a picture of God."

"Well, if there isn't one in Toronto it isn't likely there's one
anywhere," said Peter disappointedly. "I saw a picture of the
devil once," he added. "It was in a book my Aunt Jane had. She
got it for a prize in school. My Aunt Jane was clever."

"It couldn't have been a very good book if there was such a
picture in it," said Felicity.

"It was a real good book. My Aunt Jane wouldn't have a book that
wasn't good," retorted Peter sulkily.

He refused to discuss the subject further, somewhat to our
disappointment. For we had never seen a picture of the person
referred to, and we were rather curious regarding it.

"We'll ask Peter to describe it sometime when he's in a better
humour," whispered Felix.

Sara Ray having turned in at her own gate, I ran ahead to join