Heaven, does it?"

Violet came and knelt down beside her brother.

"Is she not a precious darling?" said she, kissing her softly.

"It isn't much we know about how folks will look in heaven," said Miss
Bethia, gravely.

"No," said David. "Only that we shall be like Him, for we shall see Him
as He is."

"If we ever get there," said Miss Bethia.

"Yes, if we ever get there," said David. "But if our little Polly were
to die to-night, she would be sure to get there, and what I would like
to know is, whether she would always be little Polly there, so that when
the rest of us get there, too, we should know her at once without being
told."

"She would have a new name given her," said Violet.

"Yes, and a crown and a harp, and a white robe, and wings, perhaps. But
she might have all that and be our little Polly still. I wonder how it
will be. What do you think, Miss Bethia?"

"I haven't thought about it. I don't seem to remember that there is
anything said about it in the Bible. And there is no other way of
knowing anything about it--as I see."

"No. Still one cannot but think of these things. Don't you remember,
Violet?

"Not as child shall we again behold her,
But when with rapture wild.
In our embraces we again enfold her,
She will not be a child."

"Yes." Violet remembered the words, and added:

"But a fair maiden in our Father's mansion."

"I don't like to think that may be the way."

"But that ain't in the Bible," said Miss Bethia.

"No," said David. "And I like best the idea of there being little
children there. Of course there are children now, because they are
going there every day. But if they grow up there--afterwards, when the
end comes, there will be no little children."

"How you talk!" said Aunt Bethia. "I don't more than half believe that
it's right for you to follow out such notions. If the Bible don't say
any thing about it, it is a sign it's something we needn't worry about,
for we don't need to know it."

"No, we don't need to worry about it," said David. "But one cannot help
having such thoughts in their minds sometimes."

There was nothing more said for some time. Violet still knelt by her
brother's side, and the eyes of both were resting on the baby's lovely
face. It was Miss Bethia who spoke first.

"I was a twin. My sister died when she was three years old. I remember
how she looked as well as I remember my mother's face, and she didn't