We love one another, not
ourselves--don't we, Davie?"

"You do, Mr. Grant," answered Davie modestly.

"Now tell me, Davie, what is the great big faith of all--that which we
have to put in the Father of us, who is as good not only as thought can
think, but as good as heart can wish--infinitely better than anybody
but Jesus Christ can think--what is the faith to put in him?"

"Oh, it is everything!" answered Davie.

"But what first?" asked Donal.

"First, it is to do what he tells us."

"Yes, Davie: it is to learn his problems by going and doing his will;
not trying to understand things first, but trying first to do things.
We must spread out our arms to him as a child does to his mother when
he wants her to take him; then when he sets us down, saying, 'Go and do
this or that,' we must make all the haste in us to go and do it. And
when we get hungry to see him, we must look at his picture."

"Where is that, sir?"

"Ah, Davie, Davie! don't you know that yet? Don't you know that,
besides being himself, and just because he is himself, Jesus is the
living picture of God?"

"I know, sir! We have to go and read about him in the book."

"May I ask you a question, Mr. Grant?" said Arctura.

"With perfect freedom," answered Donal. "I only hope I may be able to
answer it."

"When we read about Jesus, we have to draw for ourselves his likeness
from words, and you know what kind of a likeness the best artist would
make that way, who had never seen with his own eyes the person whose
portrait he had to paint!"

"I understand you quite," returned Donal. "Some go to other men to draw
it for them; and some go to others to hear from them what they must
draw--thus getting all their blunders in addition to those they must
make for themselves. But the nearest likeness you can see of him, is
the one drawn by yourself while doing what he tells you. He has
promised to come into those who keep his word. He will then be much
nearer to them than in bodily presence; and such may well be able to
draw for themselves the likeness of God.--But first of all, and before
everything else, mind, Davie, OBEDIENCE!"

"Yes, Mr. Grant; I know," said Davie.

"Then off with you! Only think sometimes it is God who gave you your
game."

"I'm going to fly my kite, Mr. Grant."

"Do. God likes to see you fly your kite, and it is all in his March
wind it flies. It could not go up a foot but for that."

Davie went.

"You have heard that my uncle