very day, and every one may see Him. Listen," she said, standing up
suddenly among them, feeling strong as an angel. "I have seen Him;
though I am nothing, so little as you see, and often silly, never clever
as some of you are, I have seen Him! and so will all of you. There is no
more that I know of," she said softly, clasping her hands. "When you see
Him it comes into your heart what you must do."

And then there was a murmur of voices about her, some saying that was
best, and some wondering if that were all, and some crying if He would
but come now--while the little Pilgrim stood among them with her face
shining, and they all looked at her, asking her to tell them more, to
show them how to find Him. But this was far above what she could do, for
she too was not much more than a stranger, and had little strength. She
would not go back a step, nor desert those who were so anxious to know,
though her heart fluttered almost as it had used to do before she died,
what with her longing to tell them, and knowing that she had no more to
say.

But in that land it is never permitted that one who stands bravely and
fails not shall be left without succour; for it is no longer needful
there to stand even to death, since all dying is over, and all souls are
tested. When it was seen that the little Pilgrim was thus surrounded by
so many that questioned her, there suddenly came about her many others
from the brightness out of which she had come, who, one going to one
hand, and one to another, safely led them into the ways in which their
course lay: so that the Pilgrim was free to lead forth the woman who
had been given her in charge, and whose path lay in a dim, but pleasant
country, outside of that light and gladness in which the Pilgrim's home
was.

"But," she said, "you are not to fear or be cast down, because He goes
likewise by these ways, and there is not a corner in all this land but
He is to be seen passing by; and He will come and speak to you, and lay
His hand upon you; and afterwards everything will be clear, and you will
know what you are to do."

"Stay with me till He comes--oh, stay with me," the woman cried,
clinging to her arm.

"Unless another is sent," the little Pilgrim said. And it was nothing to
her that the air was less bright there, for her mind was full of light,
so that, though her heart still fluttered a little with all that had
passed, she had no longing to return, nor to shorten the way, but went
by th