'The garden is lovely,' he said at last, drawing in a breath of delight
at the thought. 'It's always sunny and warm, the grass is very soft and
green, and there's every flower in the world all bunched up together. The
seats are made of roses, and if you want to go to sleep, the pillows are
made up of violets; there's a beautiful river, and trees full of apples
and oranges, and plums and pears; the banks are red--they're made of
strawberries.'

'Oh,' gasped Nancy, 'how lovely!'

'There are summer-houses, and little white boats to row on the river, and
gold harps hanging up on the trees; and then I think, I hope, there are
lots of dogs running about, and then you can ride all day on lions, and
tigers, and bears, and they won't bite you, but lick your hands.'

'Go on. What else?'

'Then we stand up and sing hymns when my Captain comes by, and we
play on the harps, and blow the trumpets as much as ever we like. I
think my Captain sometimes comes and sits down and talks to us and
tells us stories.'

There was silence; then Nancy said, 'Is that all?'

'That's enough for you,' said Teddy, a little condescendingly. 'I think
and make believe a lot more.'

'I want to go to heaven,' Nancy said thoughtfully.