when you are there."

"Ah," said the little Pilgrim, "I have been thinking of other things--of
how happy I was, and of _them_, but never of the Father--just as if I
had not died."

The other smiled upon her with a wonderful smile.

"Do you think He will be offended--our Father? as if He were one of
us?" she said.

And then the little Pilgrim, in her sudden grief to have forgotten Him,
became conscious of a new rapture unexplainable in words. She felt His
understanding to envelop her little spirit with a soft and clear
penetration, and that nothing she did or said could ever be misconceived
more. "Will you take me to Him?" she said, trembling yet glad, clasping
her hands. And once again the other shook her head.

"They will take us both when it is time," she said. "We do not go at our
own will. But I have seen our Brother--"

"Oh, take me to Him!" the little Pilgrim cried. "Let me see His face! I
have so many things to say to Him. I want to ask him--Oh, take me to
where I can see His face!"

And then once again the heavenly lady smiled.

"I have seen Him," she said. "He is always about--now here, now there.
He will come and see you perhaps when you are not thinking--but when He
pleases. We do not think here of what we will--"