"Of course I am sure, so is your father sure. To-morrow you will be all well again." "Yes, but I shall die some day and I might as well be ready. You think the Congregashalists have the best chance of getting to heaven." "Yes." "Then I'll be one. What do I have to do?" "Nothing, but just go to church." "Is God a Congregashalist?" Joanna hesitated. "Well--nobody really knows." "Not even a minister?" "Perhaps he would. But you have asked enough questions. Now try and go to sleep." Cyrus obeyed, and slept. But that evening when his father came up and was sitting by the bed he made further efforts to get light on the darkest of all subjects. Dr. Alton, however, saw signs of a feverish excitement in the usually calm eyes of the invalid, and he decided upon a soothing course of religious instruction. He knew that this sudden thirst for knowledge in a fresh field could not be allayed by any off-hand advice to forget and slumber. So with a smiling face he answered questions as if the matter in hand was of no immediate importance. "Father, was Jesus so very good?" Cyrus began. "Yes, indeed! The best of men!" "He wasn't better than you, I bet." "Indeed he was, Cyrus; very, very much better." "Ho!" said the boy; "I don't believe it." Dr. Alton explained, in few words, certain important differences between Our Savior and other men. Cyrus listened, and understood; then inquired: "Was He a Congregashalist?" Dr. Alton smiled, and shook his head. "Never, Cyrus! Never! He couldn't have been if he tried. And He was not the man to try. There was no cruelty in him. He was all forgiveness." "Then he must have been a Unitarian, a Piscopalian, or Baptist or Methodist--or something like that." Dr. Alton closed his eyes and stroked his chin. "No--I should say not. He might possibly have been a Universalist, or a Unitarian. But why are you so interested in religion all of a sudden? Afraid you are going to die?" "No, not now. But all lost night I was afraid." His father took one of the small hands in both his own and smiled into the invalid's adoring face. "There's no hurry about choosing your creed, little man. Benevolent Creators are not punishing children for theological errors. But we can talk it all over later, when you are well." Cyrus also smiled--"But tell me, father, just for fun, what religion is the best?" "Well, Cyrus, that's hard to say. There are many to choose from." "Why, I thought the Christian religion was the only real one." "Well, that's what the Christians think--naturally." Cyrus frowned. "But what's the use of so many?" "No use whatever. One good one would be enough for everybody--and save heaps of trouble." "But the Christian religion is the best, isn't it--to go to heaven with?" "That's hard to say. Nobody really knows. It's a good Sunday religion, but it doesn't seem to work so well week days." "I guess it's safer than any of the others, isn't it?"