The Old Castle and Other Stories
Annie tried to explain.
"You know," she said, "that there are no two ways about it,--that we must either be God's friend or his enemy."
"Yes," he answered thoughtfully; "papa made me see that long ago."
"And every boy you meet is either the one or the other, whatever else he may be, nice or not, pleasant and likable, or unpleasant and unlikable. If he be God's friend--if he be a boy who loves our dear Lord Jesus Christ," she went on, with an earnestness of feeling which brought tears to her eyes,--"a boy whom Christ loves, and for whom he died--a boy that Christ cares for, and is ever watching over, and in whose troubles and pleasures, joys and sorrows, Christ is tenderly concerned--O Georgie, if he be Christ's friend, must not we like to be kind to and help him, to do him as much good and as little harm as we can?"
"Yes, yes, I see," he answered softly, and with much feeling. Annie went on.
"And if he be a boy wh