"There is one thing," said Wynnie, after a pause, "that I have often thought about--why it was necessary for Jesus to come as a baby: he could not do anything for so long." "First, I would answer, Wynnie, that if you would tell me why it is necessary for all of us to come as babies, it would be less necessary for me to tell you why he came so: whatever was human must be his. But I would say next, Are you sure that he could not do anything for so long? Does a baby do nothing? Ask mamma there. Is it for nothing that the mother lifts up such heartfuls of thanks to God for the baby on her knee? Is it nothing that the baby opens such fountains of love in almost all the hearts around? Ah! you do not think how much every baby has to do with the saving of the world--the saving of it from selfishness, and folly, and greed. And for Jesus, was he not going to establish the reign of love in the earth? How could he do better than begin from babyhood? He had to lay hold of the heart of the world. How could he do better than begin with his mother's--the best one in it. Through his mother's love first, he grew into the world. It was first by the door of all the holy relations of the family that he entered the human world, laying hold of mother, father, brothers, sisters, all his friends; then by the door of labour, for he took his share of his father's work; then, when he was thirty years of age, by the door of teaching; by kind deeds, and sufferings, and through all by obedience unto the death. You must not think little of the grand thirty years wherein he got ready for the chief work to follow. You must not think that while he was thus preparing for his public ministrations, he was not all the time saving the world even by that which he was in the midst of it, ever laying hold of it more and more. These were things not so easy to tell. And you must remember that our records are very scanty. It is a small biography we have of a man who became--to say nothing more--the Man of the world--the Son of Man. No doubt it is enough, or God would have told us more; but surely we are not to suppose that there was nothing significant, nothing of saving power in that which we are not told.--Charlie, wouldn't you have liked to see the little baby Jesus?" "Yes, that I would. I would have given him my white rabbit with the pink eyes." "That is what the great painter Titian must have thought, Charlie; for he has painted him playing with a white rabbit,--not such a pretty one as yours." "I would have carried him about all day," said Dora, "as little Henny Parsons does her baby-brother." "Did he have any brother or sister to carry him about, papa?" asked Harry. "No, my boy; for he was the eldest. But you may be pretty sure he carried about his brothers and sisters that came after him." "Wouldn't he take care of them, just!" said Charlie. "I wish I had been one of them," said Constance.