There is no doubt that to Rob, Jesus is as real as I am." "There is no doubt of that," said his wife quickly.
"Not only as real, but quite as dear; indeed, dearer.

I shall never forget the shock I received when I heard him one day, as a wee, wee boy, classifying the objects of his affection.

I remember the ascending scale was: 'I love Jack and Daddy just the same, then mother, then Jesus.' It was always in the highest place, Jesus; and I believe that the scale is the same to-day, unless Jack," she added, with a smile at her son, "has moved to his mother's place." "Not much fear of that, mother," said Jack, "but I should not be surprised if you are quite right about the little chap.

He is a queer little beggar!" "There you are again, Jack," said his father, "and it is upon that point I was inclined to take issue with you when your mother entered." "I think I shall leave you," said the mother.

"I am rather tired, and so I shall bid you good-night." "Yes," said the father, when they had seated themselves again, "the very fact that to you, and to me for that matter, Rob's attitude of mind should seem peculiar raises the issue.