"Oh, because, you know, He came to die for us," answered Pat, wrinkling up his forehead, and trying to remember how his mother had answered _his_ questions on this very point. "He was the Lamb of God who came to take away the sins of the world--your sins, Jim, and mine, and everybody's. God could not have forgiven everything if it hadn't been for Jesus, because He is so just as well as so kind. Somebody had to be punished--somebody had to die for us. We couldn't have died for ourselves--not like that, you know, because we are all wicked. It had to be somebody good--like the lamb in the Passover, without blemish--and that could only be Jesus. I don't know if I can explain it right; but it's something like that. There was nobody else, and God loved us so, He sent His own Son. Oh, Jim, it _was_ good of Him! I don't think we love Him, or Jesus, half enough!" Jim passed his horny hand over his eyes. He didn't speak for some time. "It doesn't hardly seem as though He _could_ have done it for us--for you and me," continued the child, filled with his own thought. "But He did, I know He did; mother says so, and it's all in the Bible, for she can find the places. "I mean to try and think about it oftener, for it doesn't seem as though we ought ever to forget it. Mother says it ought to make us try and do things for Him; but I don't know what I can do, except to love Him, and try to be good. Perhaps till I'm bigger He'll let that count." "And when you're bigger what will you do, little master?" asked Jim. Pat sat and pondered the question a good while with his chin in his hand. "I don't quite know," he answered slowly. "I mightn't ever have the chance; but I think I know what I should like to do if I could." "And what is that?" asked Jim, with sudden and very evident interest. "I think," answered the child, slowly and reverently, "that I should like best to lay down my life for somebody else--like as He laid it down for us. Some people have done that, you know--brave men who have died doing their duty--to try and save other people from death. I think God must love them for it. I think Jesus must smile at them, for He did just the same for us; and if He knows that they do it because they want to be like Him and do something for Him, I think He would be pleased. People don't always die because they are willing to; sometimes they are saved too. But Jesus would know that they were willing to die for Him. I think, when I grow to be a man, if I might choose, I should like best to serve Him like that." Whilst Pat was speaking, Jim's eyes had been fixed earnestly upon his face. Now they roved back again over the sea, and suddenly the man gave a great start. He rose to his feet, and stood looking over the sea, shading his eyes with his hand. "What is it?" asked Pat, coming and standing beside him, and imitating his gesture. "Can you see anything, Jim? I can't seem to see nothing."