God holds it in its place." Another interval and Lydia said: "Miss Janet, 'spose God was to die, den de sky would broke down." "What put such a dreadful thought into your head, child ?" said Miss Janet.
"God cannot die." "Yes, ma'am, he kin," said Lydia.
"No, he cannot.

Have I not often told you that God is a spirit?
He created all things, but he never was made; he cannot die." Lydia said inquiringly, "Wasn't Jesus Christ God, ma'am ?" "Yes, he was the Son of God, and he was God." "Well, ma'am, he died onct, dat time de Jews crucified him--dat time de ground shook, and de dead people got up--dat time he was nailed to de cross.

So, ma'am, if God died onct, couldn't he die agin ?" Miss Janet, arousing herself from her reverie, looked at the child.

There she stood, her eyes fixed upon the sky, her soul engaged in solving this mysterious question.

Her little hands hung listlessly by her side; there was no beauty in her face; the black skin, the projecting lips, the heavy features, designated her as belonging to a degraded race.