And is this all? Is there no--no--? but I don't know what word to use.
All is so strange, different from what I expected."

"Do you know that you have died?"

"Yes, yes, I am quite acquainted with that," he said, hurriedly, as if
it had been an idea he disliked to dwell upon. "But then I expected--Is
there no one to tell you where to go, or what you are to be--? or to
take any notice of you?"

The little Pilgrim was startled by this tone. She did not understand its
meaning, and she had not any word to say to him. She looked at him with
as much bewilderment as he had shown when he approached her, and
replied, faltering--

"There are a great many people here; but I have never heard if there is
any one to tell you--"

"What does it matter how many people there are if you know none of
them?" he said.

"We all know each other," she answered him; but then paused and
hesitated a little, because this was what had been said to her, and of
herself she was not assured of it, neither did she know at all how to
deal with this stranger, to whom she had not any commission. It seemed
that he had no one to care for him, and the little Pilgrim had a sense
of compassion, yet of trouble, in her heart--for what could she say? And
it was very strange to her to see one who was not content here.

"Ah, but there should be some one to point out the way, and tell us