III--SPECULATIONS
The three children were sitting together in a bunch upon the rug in thegloaming. Baby was talking so Daddy behind his newspaper pricked up hisears, for the young lady was silent as a rule, and every glimpse of herlittle mind was of interest. She was nursing the disreputable littledowny quilt which she called Wriggly and much preferred to any of herdolls.
"I wonder if they will let Wriggly into heaven," she said.
The boys laughed. They generally laughed at what Baby said.
"If they won't I won't go in, either," she added.
"Nor me, neither, if they don't let in my Teddy-bear," said Dimples.
"I'll tell them it is a nice, clean, blue Wriggly," said Baby. "I lovemy Wriggly." She cooed over it and hugged it.
"What about that, Daddy?" asked Laddie, in his earnest fashion. "Arethere toys in heaven, do you think?"
"Of course there are. Everything that can make children happy."
"As many toys as in Hamley's shop?" asked Dimples.
"More," said Daddy, stoutly.
"Oo!" from all three.
"Daddy, dear," said Laddie. "I've been wondering about the deluge."
"Yes, dear. What was it?"
"Well, the story about the Ark. All those animals were in the Ark, justtwo of each, for forty days. Wasn't that so?"
"That is the story."
"Well, then, what did the carnivorous animals eat?"
One should be honest with children and not put them off with ridiculousexplanations. Their questions about such matters are generally much moresensible than their parents' replies.
"Well, dear," said Daddy, weighing his words, "these stories are very,very old. The Jews put them in the Bible, but they got them from thepeople in Babylon, and the people in Babylon probably got them from someone else away back in the beginning of things. If a story gets passeddown like that, one person adds a little and another adds a little, andso you never get things quite as they happened. The Jews put it in theBible exactly as they heard it, but it had been going about for thousandsof years before then."
"So it was not true?"
"Yes, I think it was true. I think there was a great flood, and I thinkthat some people did escape, and that they saved their beasts, just as weshould try to save Nigger and the Monkstown cocks and hens if we wereflooded out. Then they were able to start again when the waters wentdown, and they were naturally very grateful to God for their escape."
"What did the people who didn't escape think about it?"
"Well, we can't tell that."
"They wouldn't be very grateful, would they?"
"Their time was come," said Daddy, who was a bit of a Fatalist. "Iexpect it was the best thing."
"It was jolly hard luck on Noah being swallowed by a fish after all histrouble," said Dimples.
"Silly ass! It was Jonah that was swallowed. Was it a whale, Daddy?"
"A whale! Why, a whale couldn't swallow a herring!"
"A shark, then?"
"Well, there again you have an old story which has got twisted and turneda good deal. No doubt he was a holy man who had some great escape atsea, and then the sailors and others who admired him invented thiswonder."
"Daddy," said Dimples, suddenly, "should we do just the same as Jesusdid?"
"Yes, dear; He was the noblest Person that ever lived."
"Well, did Jesus lie down every day from twelve to one?"
"I don't know that He did."
"Well, then, I won't lie down from twelve to one."
"If Jesus had been a growing boy and had been ordered to lie down by HisMumty and the doctor, I am sure He would have done so."
"Did He take malt extract?"
"He did what He was told, my son--I am sure of that. He was a good man,so He must have been a good boy--perfect in all He did."
"Baby saw God yesterday," remarked Laddie, casually.
Daddy dropped his paper.
"Yes, we made up our minds we would all lie on our backs and stare at thesky until we saw God. So we put the big rug on the lawn and then we alllay down side by side, and stared and stared. I saw nothing, and Dimplessaw nothing, but Baby says she saw God."
Baby nodded in her wise way.
"I saw Him," she said.
"What was He like, then?"
"Oh, just God."
She would say no more, but hugged her Wriggly.
The Lady had entered and listened with some trepidation to the frankaudacity of the children's views. Yet the very essence of faith was inthat audacity. It was all so unquestionably real.
"Which is strongest, Daddy, God or the Devil?" It was Laddie who wasspeculating now.
"Why, God rules everything, of course."
"Then why doesn't He kill the Devil?"
"And scalp him?" added Dimples.
"That would stop all trouble, wouldn't it, Daddy?"
Poor Daddy was rather floored. The Lady came to his help.
"If everything was good and easy in this world, then there would benothing to fight against, and so, Laddie, our characters would neverimprove."
"It would be like a football match with all the players on one side,"said Daddy.
"If there was nothing bad, then, nothing would be good, for you wouldhave nothing to compare by," added the Lady.
"Well, then," said Laddie, with the remorseless logic of childhood, "ifthat is so, then the Devil is very useful; so he can't be so very bad,after all."
"Well, I don't see that," Daddy answered. "Our Army can only show howbrave it is by fighting the German Emperor, but that does not prove thatthe German Emperor is a very nice person, does it now?
"Besides," Daddy continued, improving the occasion, "you must not thinkof the Devil as a person. You must think of all the mean things onecould do, and all the dirty things, and all the cruel things, and that isreally the Devil you are fighting against. You couldn't call themuseful, could you?"
The children thought over this for a little.
"Daddy," said Laddie, "have _you_ ever seen God?"
"No, my boy. But I see His works. I expect that is as near as we canget in this world. Look at all the stars at night, and think of thePower that made them and keeps each in its proper place."
"He couldn't keep the shooting stars in their proper place," saidDimples.
"I expect He meant them to shoot," said Laddie.
"Suppose they all shot, what jolly nights we should have!" cried Dimples.
"Yes," said Laddie; "but after one night they would all have gone, and anice thing then!"
"Well, there's always the moon," remarked Dimples. "But, Daddy, is ittrue that God listens to all we say?"
"I don't know about that," Daddy answered, cautiously. You never knowinto what trap those quick little wits may lead you. The Lady was morerash, or more orthodox.
"Yes, dear, He does hear all you say."
"Is He listenin' now?"
"Yes, dear."
"Well, I call it vewy rude of Him!"
Daddy smiled, and the Lady gasped.
"It isn't rude," said Laddie. "It is His duty, and He _has_ to noticewhat you are doing and saying. Daddy, did you ever see a fairy?"
"No, boy."
"I saw one once."
Laddie is the very soul of truth, quite painfully truthful in details, sothat his quiet remark caused attention.
"Tell us about it, dear."
He described it with as little emotion as if it were a Persian cat.Perhaps his perfect faith had indeed opened something to his vision.
"It was in the day nursery. There was a stool by the window. The fairyjumped on the stool and then down, and went across the room."
"What was it dressed like?"
"All in grey, with a long cloak. It was about as big as Baby's doll. Icould not see its arms, for they were under the cloak."
"Did he look at you?"
"No, he was sideways, and I never really saw his face. He had a littlecap. That's the o
nly fairy I ever saw. Of course, there was FatherChristmas, if you call him a fairy."
"Daddy, was Father Christmas killed in the war?"
"No, boy."
"Because he has never come since the war began. I expect he is fightin'the Jarmans." It was Dimples who was talking.
"Last time he came," said Laddie, "Daddy said one of his reindeers hadhurt its leg in the ruts of the Monkstown Lane. Perhaps that's why henever comes."
"He'll come all right after the war," said Daddy, "and he'll be redderand whiter and jollier than ever." Then Daddy clouded suddenly, for hethought of all those who would be missing when Father Christmas cameagain. Ten loved ones were dead from that one household. The Lady putout her hand, for she always knew what Daddy was thinking.
"They will be there in spirit, dear."
"Yes, and the jolliest of the lot," said Daddy, stoutly. "We'll have ourFather Christmas back and all will be well in England."
"But what do they do in India?" asked Laddie.
"Why, what's wrong with them?"
"How do the sledge and the reindeer get across the sea? All the parcelsmust get wet."
"Yes, dear, there _have_ been several complaints," said Daddy, gravely."Halloa, here's nurse! Time's up! Off to bed!"
They got up resignedly, for they were really very good children. "Sayyour prayers here before you go," said the Lady. The three littlefigures all knelt on the rug, Baby still cuddling her Wriggly.
"You pray, Laddie, and the rest can join in."
"God bless every one I love," said the high, clear child-voice. "Andmake me a good boy, and thank You so much for all the blessings of to-day. And please take care of Alleyne, who is fighting the Germans, andUncle Cosmo, who is fighting the Germans, and Uncle Woodie, who isfighting the Germans, and all the others who are fighting the Germans,and the men on the ships on the sea, and Grandma and Grandpa, and UnclePat, and don't ever let Daddy and Mumty die. That's all."
"And please send plenty sugar for the poor people," said Baby, in herunexpected way.
"And a little petrol for Daddy," said Dimples.
"Amen!" said Daddy. And the little figures rose for the good-night kiss.
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