"Jerry Cowan told me at recess this afternoon that he HAD SEEN A
PICTURE OF GOD--that he has it at home in an old, red-covered
history of the world, and has looked at it OFTEN."

To think that Jerry Cowan should have seen such a picture often!
We were as deeply impressed as Felix had meant us to be.

"Did he say what it was like?" asked Peter.

"No--only that it was a picture of God, walking in the garden of
Eden."

"Oh," whispered Felicity--we all spoke in low tones on the
subject, for, by instinct and training, we thought and uttered
the Great Name with reverence, in spite of our devouring
curiosity--"oh, WOULD Jerry Cowan bring it to school and let us
see it?"

"I asked him that, soon as ever he told me," said Felix. "He
said he might, but he couldn't promise, for he'd have to ask his
mother if he could bring the book to school. If she'll let him
he'll bring it to-morrow."

"Oh, I'll be almost afraid to look at it," said Sara Ray
tremulously.

I think we all shared her fear to some extent. Nevertheless, we
went to school the next day burning with curiosity. And we were
disappointed. Possibly night had brought counsel to Jerry Cowan;
or perhaps his mother had put him up to it. At all events, he