us and tell me."

The minister looked at the picture. A stern expression came into
his gentle blue eyes and he got as near to frowning as it was
possible for him to get.

"Where did you get that thing?" he asked.

THING! We began to breathe easier.

"We bought it from Jerry Cowan. He found it in a red-covered
history of the world. It SAYS it's God's picture," said Felix.

"It is nothing of the sort," said Mr. Marwood indignantly.
"There is no such thing as a picture of God, Felix. No human
being knows what he looks like--no human being CAN know. We
should not even try to think what He looks like. But, Felix, you
may be sure that God is infinitely more beautiful and loving and
tender and kind than anything we can imagine of Him. Never
believe anything else, my boy. As for this--this SACRILEGE--take
it and burn it."

We did not know what a sacrilege meant, but we knew that Mr.
Marwood had declared that the picture was not like God. That was
enough for us. We felt as if a terrible weight had been lifted
from our minds.

"I could hardly believe the Story Girl, but of course the
minister KNOWS," said Dan happily.