"There's another home somewhere," said Christie, "isn't there, missie? Isn't heaven some sort of a home?" "Oh, yes, there's heaven," said little Mabel, brightly; "you'll have a home _there_, won't you, organ-boy?" "Where is heaven?" said Christie. "It's up there," said little Mabel, pointing up to the sky; "up so high, Christie. The little stars live in heaven; I used to think they were the angels' eyes, but nurse says it's silly to think that." "I like the stars," said Christie. "Yes," said Mabel, "so do I; and you'll see them all when you go to heaven, Christie, I'm sure you will." "What is heaven like, Miss Mabel?" asked Christie. "Oh, it's so nice," said little Mabel; "they have white dresses on, and the streets are all gold, Christie, all gold and shining. And Jesus is there, Christie; wouldn't you like to see Jesus?" she added, in a whisper. "I don't know," said Christie, in a bewildered tone; "I don't know much about Him." "Don't you love Jesus, Christie?" said Mabel, with a very grave, sorrowful face, and with tears in her large brown eyes, "Oh, organ-boy, don't you love Jesus?" "No," said Christie; "I know so little about Him, Miss Mabel." "But you can't go to heaven if you don't love Jesus, Christie. Oh! I'm so sorry,--you won't have a home at all; what _will_ you do?" and the tears ran down little Mabel's cheeks. But just then the bell rang for dinner, and nurse's voice called the children in. Christie walked on very thoughtfully. He was thinking of little Mabel's words, and of little Mabel's tears. "You can't go to heaven if you don't love Jesus," she had said; "and then you won't have a home at all." It was a new thought for Christie, and a very sad thought. What if he should never, never know anything of "Home, sweet Home"? And then came the remembrance of poor old Treffy, his dear old master, who had only another month to live. Did he love Jesus? He had never heard old Treffy mention His name; and what if Treffy should die, and never go to heaven at all, but go to the other place! Christie had heard of hell; he did not know much about it, and he had always fancied it was for very bad people. He must tell Treffy about Mabel's words. Perhaps, after all, his old master did love Jesus. Christie hoped very much that he did. He longed for evening to come, that he might go home and ask him. The afternoon was still more close and sultry than the morning had been, and little Christie was very weary. The organ was heavy for him at all times, and it seemed heavier than usual to-day. He was obliged to sit down to rest for a few minutes on a doorstep in one of the back streets about half a mile from the court where old Treffy lived. As he was sitting there, with his organ resting against the wall, two women met each other just in front of the doorstep, and after asking most affectionately after each other's health they began to talk, and Christie could not help hearing every word they said.