Some of the boys got through between the people's legs to the front in order to see Him and kiss the hem of His garment.

The people tried to keep them back so that they should not trouble the Master, but He stood under the fig-tree and exclaimed in a loud voice.

"Suffer the little ones to come unto Me!" Then round-faced, curly-headed, bright-eyed children ran forward, their skirts flying, and crowded about Him, some merry, others shy and embarrassed.

He sat down on the grass, drew the children to His side, and took the smallest in His lap.

They looked up in His kind face with wide-opened eyes.