Esther reluctantly gave him the book. He turned over the pages carelessly, then his face grew serious and astonished. "Esther!" he said, "how did you come by this?" "One of the girls gave it me in exchange for a stick of slate pencil. She said she got it from the missionaries--she went to their night-school for a lark and they gave her it and a pair of boots as well." "And you have been reading it?" "Yes, Benjy," said Esther meekly. "You naughty girl! Don't you know the New Testament is a wicked book? Look here! There's the word 'Christ' on nearly every page, and the word 'Jesus' on every other. And you haven't even scratched them out! Oh, if any one was to catch you reading this book!" "I don't read it in school hours," said the little girl deprecatingly. "But you have no business to read it at all!" "Why not?" she said doggedly. "I like it. It seems just as interesting as the Old Testament, and there are more miracles to the page.'' "You wicked girl!" said her brother, overwhelmed by her audacity. "Surely you know that all these miracles were false?" "Why were they false?" persisted Esther. "Because miracles left off after the Old Testament! There are no miracles now-a-days, are there?" "No," admitted Esther. "Well, then," he said triumphantly, "if miracles had gone overlapping into New Testament times we might just as well expect to have them now." "But why shouldn't we have them now?" "Esther, I'm surprised at you. I should like to set Old Four-Eyes on to you. He'd soon tell you why. Religion all happened in the past. God couldn't be always talking to His creatures." "I wish I'd lived in the past, when Religion was happening," said Esther ruefully. "But why do Christians all reverence this book? I'm sure there are many more millions of them than of Jews!" "Of course there are, Esther. Good things are scarce. We are so few because we are God's chosen people." "But why do I feel good when I read what Jesus said?" "Because you are so bad," he answered, in a shocked tone. "Here, give me the book, I'll burn it." "No, no!" said Esther. "Besides there's no fire." "No, hang it," he said, rubbing his hands. "Well, it'll never do if you have to fall back on this sort of thing. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll send you _Our Own_." "Oh, will you, Benjy? That is good of you," she said joyfully, and was kissing him when Solomon and Isaac came romping in and woke up the grandmother. "How are you, Solomon?" said Benjamin. "How are you, my little man," he added, patting Isaac on his curly head. Solomon was overawed for a moment. Then he said, "Hullo, Benjy, have you got any spare buttons?" But Isaac was utterly ignorant who the stranger could be and hung back with his finger in his mouth. "That's your brother Benjamin, Ikey," said Solomon. "Don't want no more brovers," said Ikey. "Oh, but I was here before you," said Benjamin laughing. "Does oor birfday come before mine, then?" "Yes, if I remember."