away from the white gates with reluctance.

'Would it be wicked to play at going in at those gates?' he asked. 'We
might come another day by ourselves and try to get in.'

'So we will,' said True. 'It couldn't be wicked if we play what's in
the Bible, because everything is good there.'

They returned to the spot where Mr. Allonby had arranged to meet them.
He was just appearing along the road, and when they were tucked safely
in the car again Bobby said:

'Who lives inside the big white gates up that road, father?'

'I don't know, my boy. I don't know this part of the country.'

'How far are we from home?' asked True.

'About twenty miles.'

The children sighed simultaneously. Then True said:

'We'll never get there, Bobby.'

'P'raps we shall pass some other white gates nearer home,' he suggested.

'Why do you want them?' asked their father.

Bobby laid his hand on his coat sleeve impressively.

'They're so like the gates into heaven, father.'

Mr. Allonby looked startled.

'Have you been there, sonny?'

'No; but I've seen them in a picsher.'

'Well?'

'I was splaning to True about them.'

Bobby was a wee bit shy of his father. He could not talk quite freely
to him yet. He was so terribly afraid of being laughed at, and Mr.
Allonby was not good at hiding his amusement at some of his son's
quaint speeches.

'It's kind of Sunday talk,' put in True eagerly, 'about angels, and
white dresses, and washing.'

'Ah!' said Mr. Allonby, 'then you must take your puzzles to the angel
of our house. She will tell you all you want to know.'

'That's mother,' said True in a whisper to Bobby. 'She's father's
angel. He is awful 'fraid she will get some wings and fly away one
day.'

Other topics engrossed their small minds; but upon the next Sunday
afternoon, when they were both sitting by Mrs. Allonby's sofa and she
was giving them a Bible lesson out of her big Bible, True brought up
the subject.

'Will you read us about the gates of heaven, mother? Bobby says he'll
be let inside, and I shall be shut out.'

'No, I didn't.'

'Yes, you did.'

'We won't have any quarrelling. What do you want to hear about?'

'The gates,' said Bobby, 'the beautiful gates. It's the last page of
the Bible. I know it is. Will you read, True, the tex' about having a
right to enter? It begins, "Blessed----"'

Mrs. Allonby had no difficulty in finding it. She read very slowly.

'Blessed are they that do His co