"Are all the people at Abbotscliff going to Heaven?" I really meant it, but my Uncle Drummond put on such a droll expression, and Angus laughed so much, that I woke up to see that they thought I had said something very queer. When my uncle spoke, it was not at first to me. "Flora," said he, "where have you taken your cousin?" "Only into the cottages, Father, and to Monksburn," said Flora, in a diverted tone, as if she were trying not to laugh. "Either they must all have had their Sabbath manners on," said my Uncle Drummond, "or else there are strange folks at Brocklebank. No, my dear; I fear not, by any means." "I am afraid," said I, "we must be worse folks at Brocklebank than I thought we were. But these seem to me, Uncle, such a different kind of people--as if they were travelling on another road, and had a different end in view. Nearly all the people I see here seem to think more of what they ought to do, and at Brocklebank we think of what we like to do." I did not, somehow, like to say right out what I really meant--to the one set God seemed a Friend, to the other He was a Stranger. "Do you hear, Angus, what a good character we have?" said my Uncle Drummond, smiling. "We must try to keep it, my boy." Of course I could not say that I did not think Angus was included in the "we." But the momentary trouble in Flora's eyes, as she glanced at him, made me feel that she saw it, as indeed I could have guessed from what I had heard her say to Mr Keith. "Well, my lassie," my Uncle Drummond went on, "while I fear we do not all deserve the compliment you pay us, yet have you ever thought what those two roads are, and what end they have in view?" "Yes, Uncle, I can see that," said I. "Heaven is at the end of one, I am sure." "And of the other, Cary?" I felt the tears come into my eyes. "Uncle, I don't like to think about that. But do tell me, for that is what I want to know, what is the difference? I do not see how people get from the one road to the other." I did not say--but I feel sure that my Uncle Drummond did not need it-- that I felt I was on the wrong one. "Lassie, if you had fallen into a deep tank of water, where the walls were so high that it was not possible you could climb out by yourself, for what would you hope?" "That somebody should come and help me, I suppose." "True. And who is the Somebody that can help you in this matter?" I thought, and thought, and could not tell. It seems strange that I did not think what he meant. But I had been so used to think of our Lord Jesus Christ as a Person who had a great deal to do with going to church and the Prayer-book, but nothing at all to do with me, that really I did not think what my uncle meant me to say. "There is but one Man, my child, who can give you any help. And He longed to help you so much, that He came down from Heaven to do it. You know who I mean now, Cary?"