far sweeter! and the heart is so light, and it is happiness only to
breathe. Is it heaven here? It must be heaven."

"I do not know if it is heaven. We have so many things to learn. They
cannot tell you everything at once," said the beautiful lady. "I have
seen some of the people I was sorry for, and when I told them, we
laughed--as you and I laughed just now--for pleasure."

"That makes me think," said the little Pilgrim. "If I have died as you
say--which is so strange and me so living--if I have died, they will
have found it out. The house will be all dark, and they will be breaking
their hearts. Oh, how could I forget them in my selfishness, and be
happy! I so lighthearted while they--"

She sat down hastily and covered her face with her hands and wept. The
other looked at her for a moment, then kissed her for comfort and cried
too. The two happy creatures sat there weeping together, thinking of
those they had left behind, with an exquisite grief which was not
unhappiness, which was sweet with love and pity. "And oh," said the
little Pilgrim, "what can we do to tell them not to grieve? Cannot you
send, cannot you speak--cannot one go to tell them?"

The heavenly stranger shook her head.

"It is not well, they all say. Sometimes one has been permitted; but
they do not know you," she said, with a pitiful look in her sweet eyes.
"My mother told me that her heart was so sick for me, she was allowed to
go; and she went and stood by me, and spoke to me, and I did not know
her. She came back so sad and sorry that they took her at once to our
Father, and there, you know, she found that it was all well. All is well