e mountain, then I stand down on
the ground.'

'And me, too!' put in Nancy.

'You mustn't keep stopping me; I can't feel it if you do. I stand
there, and I think at first I can't see nothing but a lot of little soft
clouds, one above the other, just like those over there; but the angel
says, "Put your foot on one of them, and then on the next one--they're
the steps to heaven!"'

'Oh!' gasped Nancy, following it with keen reality; 'you'll tumble!'

'I don't; it's like putting your foot in cotton wool. I go up--I have to
go quite by myself, but the angel comes behind, to see I don't fall. And
then he says, "Look up; don't you see the gates?" And then I look, and I
see them--shining gold gates, very big, and covered with jewels like Mrs.
Graham wears on her fingers. I go up and up, and then I'm there.'

'Is that all?'

'Why, that's just the beginning. I'm only outside. The gates are shut,
but when they see me coming, two more angels come and swing them wide
open, and I'm feeling rather frightened, but I walk in. There's a long
wide street made like the gates, and I walk very carefully, for fear of
slipping down, then I see a lot of angels coming along with trumpets, and
then they go first and begin to play like the soldiers' band. I march on
to a very, very, very big door, and there on the steps leading up stands
my Captain.'

Teddy paused. 'I can't tell you what He's like, but I feel what He's
like myself. Such a loving, kind face, and He puts His hand on my head
and says, "Well done, Teddy!" And then I take hold of His hand, and I
think I cry.'

Matter-of-fact Nancy sees with surprise that Teddy's eyes are filling
with tears at the thought.

He went on softly, 'I think He takes me up in His arms then, because I'm
very tired, and He carries me into the most beautiful garden you ever saw
in your life, and He takes me to father, who is waiting there.'

'Tell me what the garden's like.'

Teddy does not speak; he is full of the meeting with his father, and
Nancy waits a little impatiently.

'The garden is lovely,' he said at last, drawing in a breath of delight
at the thought. 'It's always sunny and warm, the grass is very soft and
green, and there's every flower in the world all bunched up together. The
seats are made of roses, and if you want to go to sleep, the pillows are
made up of violets; there's a beautiful river, and trees full of apples
and oranges, and plums and pears; the banks are red--they're made