eautiful day there,' put in Douglas critically.

'I never said it wasn't. You're not to interrupt me. It was a
beautiful day, the harps were playing and the angels singing, and one
angel looked as if she wanted something. So God asked her what was the
matter.

'"Oh, please," she said, "I want to go down to earth to-day."

'"What do you want to do there, O angel?"

'"I want to play and sing to some children there."

'Then God said she might go. So she flew down and changed her
clothes----'

'What kind of clothes did she put on?' asked Molly eagerly.

Betty considered a moment 'She put on a straw hat and a grey dress; she
took off her wings and folded them up.'

'Where did she put them?' demanded Douglas.

'Down a well,' was the prompt reply. 'It was a dry well, and she put
her white dress and crown with it; she did them up in a paper parcel,
and wrote her name on.'

'What was her name?' asked Bobby.

Betty knitted her brows. 'It was a Bible name, of course; I think it
was Miriam. She felt the earth was very hot, for the sun was shining
like anything, and then she wondered who she could sing to. Well, she
walked along a road, and then she saw a church, so she thought that
must be a good place, and she went inside. The church was dark, and
cool, and still, but it was lovely; and there were red and blue and
yellow and green and violet sunbeams, and beautiful painted windows,
and white marble figures all about, and it was so still that you felt
you must hush and walk on tiptoe. And then, what do you think she saw?'

All eyes were on Betty now, as she sank her voice to an impressive
whisper.

'She saw a little girl fast asleep!'

'Go on,' said Douglas impatiently, as Betty made another pause.

'So the angel thought she would sing to her; so she went up very softly
to the big organ, and began to play it, and then she began to sing. It
was lovely. She sang like she did in heaven, and the little girl woke
up and listened.'

'What did she sing about?' asked Molly.

'She sang about heaven, and all the people and children who had come
through great tribulation. And the music went on right up to the top
of the church, and her voice got louder and louder, and then softer and
softer to a whisper, and then the music got softer too, and then--it
was quite still.'

'Well, go on. What did the little girl do?'

'The little girl came away; she--she cried a little.'

'Why, you're crying too! What a si