Suddenly Sara began to cry . `` Oh , oh , oh , does God look like THAT ? '' she wailed . Felix and I spoke not . Disappointment , and something worse , sealed our speech . DID God look like that -- like that stern , angrily frowning old man with the tossing hair and beard of the wood-cut Cecily held . `` I suppose He must , since that is His picture , '' said Dan miserably . `` He looks awful cross , '' said Peter simply . `` Oh , I wish we 'd never , never seen it , '' cried Cecily . We all wished that -- too late . Our curiosity had led us into some Holy of Holies , not to be profaned by human eyes , and this was our punishment . `` I 've always had a feeling right along , '' wept Sara , `` that it was n't RIGHT to buy -- or LOOK AT -- God 's picture . '' As we stood there wretchedly we heard flying feet below and a blithe voice calling , `` Where are you , children ? '' The Story Girl had returned ! At any other moment we would have rushed to meet her in wild joy . But now we were too crushed and miserable to move . `` Whatever is the matter with you all ? '' demanded the Story Girl , appearing at the top of the stairs . `` What is Sara crying about ? What have you got there ? ''
`` A picture of God , '' said Cecily XXXXX a sob in her voice , `` and oh , it is so dreadful and ugly .
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