YOU open the parcel . '' `` Oh , I 'm no gooder than the rest of you , '' breathed Cecily , `` but I 'll open it if you like . '' With trembling fingers Cecily opened the parcel . We stood around , hardly breathing . She unfolded it and held it up . We saw it . 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 XXXXX meet her in wild joy .
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