out in sleep, and grandma came hurrying in with a candle. Grandma
sat down beside her--what was this she was saying about "green-apple
pie"? Missy wished to ask her about it--green-apple pie--green-apple
pie--Before she knew it she was off to sleep again.

It was the next morning while she was still lying in bed, that Missy
made the Great Resolve. That hour is one when big Ideas--all kinds
of unusual thoughts--are very apt to come. When you're not yet
entirely awake; not taken up with trivial, everyday things. Your
mind, then, has full swing.

Lying there in grandma's soft feather bed, Missy wasn't yet
distracted by daytime affairs. She dreamily regarded the patch of
blue sky showing through the window, and bits of fleecy cloud, and
flying specks of far-away birds. How wonderful to be a bird and live
up in the beautiful sky! When she died and became an angel, she
could live up there! But was she sure she'd become an angel? That
reflection gradually brought her thoughts to the events of the
preceding night.

Though she could recall those events distinctly, Missy now saw them
in a different kind of way. Now she was able to look at the evening
as a whole, with herself merely a part of the whole. She regarded
that sort of detached object which was herself. That detached Missy
had gone to the meeting, and failed to find grace. Others had gone
and found grace. Even though they had acted no differently from
Missy. Like her they sang tunes; listened to the preacher; bowed the
head; went forward and knelt at the feet of Jesus; repented; went
back to the pews; stood up and testified--