that he perverted words and said things that didn't mean anything?"
I saw the difficulties and felt a sudden sympathy for the fellow with the Greenland story. It wouldn't be any snap,—and then to have the people who didn't have to listen to him unless they wanted to, kick about his vocabulary,—that certainly would be piling it on pretty thick! I hadn't any remarks to make.
"Anything more?" asked Uncle Rob.
"Well," I said, bound to get as many of my mountains down to mole-hills as possible, "there's another thing that puzzles me. How can God be of 'too pure sight to behold evil'? If He knows everything, how can He help knowing evil?"
"But that's from the Bible," said Uncle Rob.
"I know it," I said; "but I never thought, before, that a person was expected to believe it."
"I think I'll tell you a story," said Uncle Rob. "It isn't new, and I don't know just where it came from originally; but it is to the point. In the first place, though, you will admit that evil is lack of good, won't you?"
"Certainly."
