ooked a little disappointed.

"Oh! I was in hopes it was a fairy tale. Tell me about it."

Mildred began, and told the story; at first in vague sentences merely
to recall it to Molly's memory, and then as she saw the interest of her
hearer, in full detail with the graphic force of her own absolute
belief. She had herself never before felt the reality of the story as
she did now, with Molly's eager eyes fastened on her face; her white
face filled with wonder and earnestness, her thin hand holding hers,
and at times clutching it until it almost hurt her. She began with the
birth in the manger and ended with the rising in the garden.

"And did he sure 'nough come back--what you call rise again?" said
Molly presently. Mildred nodded. She was still under the spell of
Molly's vivid realization of it.

"And where is He now?"

"He went back up to Heaven." Mildred looked up in the sky. Molly too
looked up and scanned the pale blue cloudless depths.

"Can He send back anybody he wants?"

Mildred thought so.

"Then I'm going to ask Him to send back my mother to me," she said. "I
did not know about Him. I always asked God; but I never thought He
would do it. I always thought He had too much to do to think about a
poor little thing like me--except once. I asked Him not to let Mrs.
O'Meath take Roy and He didn't. But I never asked that other one.
Maybe that's the reason He never did it before. He'll know about it
and maybe He'll do it, because He was a little child too once, and he
must know how bad I want her." She ducked her head down, squeezed her
eyes tightly, and remained so about two minutes.

This was a little too complicated for Mildred's simple theology. She
was puzzled; but she watched Molly with a vague, curious interest.
Molly opened her eyes and gazed up to the skies with an air of deep
relief, not unmingled with curiosity.

"Now, I'm going to see if He'll do it," she said. "I've asked Him real
hard three times, and if He won't do it for that I ain't ever goin' to
ask Him no more." Mildred felt shocked, but somehow Molly's eagerness
impressed her, and she too followed Molly's gaze up into the deep
ether, and sat in silence. Roy moved his head a little and licked
Molly's hand gently. The mocking-bird sang sweetly in the softening
light. The only other sound was that of footsteps coming softly across
the grass. Mildred, half turning, could see from where she sat. Her
mother and another pe