THEY are such dear, quaint, decorous mites, but their bright eyes are always watching for an opportunity for fun and laughter.
One day, two little girls were showing me their doll’s house; and very interesting it was, too, being an exact reproduction of an Indian house, on a minute scale, with everything complete, from its doll’s gorgeous garments and jewels down to the little swing for the baby and tiny earthen waterpots. I noticed one highly ornamental table, which was set quite apart from everything else. On it was a little book. The younger child quickly followed my gaze, and picking up the book, said, “Miss Sahib, it is the Koran.” But the elder child, looking up into my eyes with a bright smile, said, “No, Miss Sahib, it is the Injil”—Urdu for “Gospel.”
Upper: Prof. H. R. Salisbury, President India Union Mission, and His Wife
Lower: Employees of Our Publishing House at Lucknow, India
May we not take this as a bright, hopeful sign that the time is drawing near when the Gospel, with its warm, pulsating, life-giving stories of noble life and love and sacrifice, and an ever present, living, loving Saviour, will supersede in the minds of Islam’s rising generation the dark, cold, lifeless Koran?
