`` 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 with a sob in her voice , `` and oh , it is so dreadful and ugly . Look ! '' The Story Girl looked . An expression of scorn came over her face . `` Surely you do n't believe God looks like that , '' she said impatiently , while her fine eyes flashed . `` He does n't -- He could n't . He is wonderful and beautiful . I 'm surprised at you .
THAT is nothing but the picture XXXXX a cross old man . ''
As At below by in like of that to while