Eleanor – what does Eleanor want of a helmet?" said Julia. And she went off into a shout of ringing laughter.
"Perhaps you want one," said Mr. Rhys composedly.
"No, I don't. What should I want it for? What should I cover my head with leather and steel for, Mr. Rhys?"
"You want something stronger than that."
"Something stronger? What do I want, Mr. Rhys?"
"To know that, you must find out first what the danger is."
"I am not in any danger."
"How do you know that?"
"Am I, Mr. Rhys?"
"Let us see. Do you know what the Lord Jesus Christ has done for us all?"
"No."
"Do you know whether God has given us any commandments?"
"Yes; I know the ten commandments. I have learned them once, but I don't remember them."
"Have you obeyed them?"
"Me?"
"Yes. You."
"I never thought about it."
"Have you disobeyed them then?"
Eleanor breathed more freely, and listened. It was curious to her to see the wayward, giddy child stand and look into the eyes of her questioner as if fascinated. The ordinary answer from Julia would have been a toss and a fling. Now she stood and said sedately, "I don't know."
"We can soon tell," said her friend. "One of the commandments is, to remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy. Have you always done that?"
"No," said Julia bluntly. "I don't think anybody else does."
"Never mind anybody else. Have you always honoured the word and wish of your father and mother? That is another command."
"I have done it more than Alfred has."
"Let Alfred alone. Have you always done it?"
"No, sir."
"Have you loved the good God all your life, with all your heart?"
"No."
"You have loved to please yourself, rather than anything else?"
The nod with which Julia answered this, if not polite, was at least significant, accompanied with an emphatic "Always!" Mr. Rhys could not help smiling at her, but he went on gravely enough.
"What is to keep you then from being afraid?"
"From being afraid?"
"Yes. You want a helmet."
"Afraid?" said Julia.
"Yes. Afraid of the justice of God. He never lets a sin go unpunished.
He is perfectly just."
"But I can't help it," said Julia.
"Then what is to become of you? You need a helmet."
"A helmet?" said Julia again. "What sort of a helmet?"
"You want to know that God has forgiven you; that he is not angry with you; that he loves you, and has made you his child."
"How can I?" said the child, pressing closer to the speaker where he sat on the step of the door. And no wonder, for the words were given with a sweet earnest utterance which drew the hearts of both bearers. He went on without looking at Eleanor; or without seeming to look that way.
"How can you what?"
"How can I have that?"
"That helmet? There is only one way."
"What is it, Mr. Rhys?"
They were silent a minute, looking at each other, the man and the child; the child with her eyes bent on his.
"Suppose somebody had taken your punishment for you? borne the displeasure of God for your sins?"
"Who would?" said Julia. "Nobody would."
"One has."
"Who, Mr. Rhys?"
"One that loved you, and that loved all of us, well enough to pay the price of saving us."
"What price did he pay?"
"His own life. He gave it up cruelly – that ours might be redeemed."
"What for, Mr. Rhys? what made him?"
"Because he loved us. There was no other reason."
"Then people will be saved" – said Julia.
"Every one who will take the conditions. It depends upon that. There are conditions."
"What conditions, Mr. Rhys?"
"Do you know who did this for you?"
"No."
"It is the Lord himself – the Lord Jesus Christ – the Lord of glory. He thought it not robbery to be equal with God; but he made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men; and being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient unto death – even the death of the cross. So now he is exalted a Prince and a Saviour – able to save all who will accept his conditions."
"What are the conditions, Mr. Rhys?"
"You must be his servant. And you must trust all your little heart and life to him."
"I must be his servant?" said Julia.
"Yes, heart and soul, to obey him. And you must trust him to forgive you and save you for his blood's sake."
Doubtless there had been something in the speaker himself that had held the child's attention so fast all this while. Her eyes had never wandered from his face; she had stood in docile wise looking at him and answering his questions and listening, won by the commentary she read in his face on what her friend was saying. A strange light kindled in it as he spoke; there were lines of affection and tenderness that came in the play of lips and eyes; and when he named his Master, there had shined in his face as it were the reflection of the glory he alluded to. Julia's eyes were not the only ones that had been held; though it was only Julia's tongue that said anything in reply. Standing now and looking still into the face she had been reading, her words were an unconscious rendering of what she found there.
"Mr. Rhys, I think he was very good."
The water filled those clear eyes at that, but he only returned the child's gaze and said nothing.
"I will take the conditions, Mr. Rhys," Julia went on.
"The Lord make it so!" he said gravely.
"But what is the helmet, Mr. Rhys?"
"When
