`` I 've often wondered myself what he looks like , '' said Felicity in a burst of confidence . Even in Felicity , so it would seem , there were depths of thought unplumbed . `` I 've seen pictures of Jesus , '' said Felix meditatively . `` He looks just like a man , only better and kinder . But now that I come to think of it , I 've never seen a picture of God . '' `` Well , if there is n't one in Toronto it is n't likely there 's one anywhere , '' said Peter disappointedly . `` I saw a picture of the devil once , '' he added . `` It was in a book my Aunt Jane had . She got it for a prize in school . My Aunt Jane was clever . '' `` It could n't have been a very good book if there was such a picture in it , '' said Felicity . `` It was a real good book . My Aunt Jane would n't have a book that was n't good , '' retorted Peter sulkily . He refused to discuss the subject further , somewhat to our disappointment . For we had never seen a picture of the person referred to , and we were rather curious regarding it . `` We 'll ask Peter to describe it sometime when he 's in a better humour , '' whispered Felix . Sara Ray having turned in at her own gate , I ran ahead to join the Story Girl , and we walked up the hill together . She had recovered her calmness of mind , but she made no reference to Peter . When we reached our lane and passed under Grandfather King 's big willow the fragrance of the orchard struck us in the face like a wave . We could see the long rows of trees , a white gladness in the moonshine .
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