For a moment Janet did not answer. How did she know? Did she know it at all, or was it only the easiest way to comfort Frank? "Oh, muddie, you did make that out to stop me crying! Oh, where is Lily gone?" "I did not make it, indeed, dear. It is all in the Bible." "What's the Bible?" "A book, dear. I wish I knew it better, and then I could read to you about—" "About Lily?" "No; it was written long, long ago. But about heaven." "Is it true, muddie?" "Oh yes! God wrote it; that is, He told His servants what to write in it." "Do read to me about heaven, muddie. Lily was good, wasn't she? I'll be good, too." Janet had a beautiful Bible, one of her wedding presents. It lay on a little velvet-covered table, and it was not dusty, because Janet kept everything very neat and nice. But it was quite as new-looking as when she first had it, and she had no other. However, she opened it now, and after much turning over its leaves, she read some verses from the last two chapters of the Revelation. But either this was above the child's comprehension, or some strange instinct told him more than Janet could say, for he set up a terrified cry, and declared with tears and sobs that "he did not want to go to heaven—it was too grand and big. And oh, Lily would not like it either." It was long before Janet could quiet her boy; and as she sat beside his little bed that evening, and saw how disfigured his pretty little face was, all tear-stained and red, and how every now and then a great sob shook his slender frame, she began to wonder what on earth she could say to quiet him when next he "wanted Lily." Moreover, his cry that "Lily would not like it" had awakened an echo in her aching heart. That little timid, loving girl of hers, so easily frightened, so apt to cling to "muddie"—ah, what a poor little thing to go all alone into a strange place, however beautiful, where she knew no one! Janet lived to see that these thoughts were very ignorant, and even now she had a dim feeling that she was wrong to think, thus; and so, between a desire to comfort Frank and a terrible need of comfort for herself, she began to turn over the pages of her neglected Bible, and to read a little here and there.