He landed right in the midst of a group of other angels who were seated around the Great Throne. Upon the throne sat the Great Lord God. Willie recognized him instantly because of the distinction with which he sat upon his throne and by the carefree tilt of his huge, bejewelled crown almost hiding one eye and by the angle at which the ten-cent cigar was cocked. Willie was a little frightened, and dazzled by the regal splendour of it all, but he settled down noiselessly to the ground, and was made to feel perfectly at home, by the informal greeting he received. “I bet you want to hear some music, don’t you, Willie?” asked the Great Lord God and, without waiting for Willie’s reply, he continued, “Little David, play on your harp.” “What shall I play, Great Lord God?” asked Little David. “Play something calm and low, Little David,” said the Great Lord God. “Do not alarm my people.” David struck a chord or two on his harp. It was beautiful. The mellow music floated straight to Willie’s heart. One or two of the other angels started humming with the music and, almost unconscious of where he was, Willie added his low, rich bass to the chorus: “When dat big _Titanic_ sunk down in de sea, All de brass bands played ‘Nearer My God to Thee.’ Out on de deep blue ocean de people sleep In a cold wet cradle, three miles deep. It’s yo’ las’ trip, _Titanic_.” After several verses Willie began to feel a personal sorrow for the passengers of the _Titanic_. The music stopped suddenly, and the Great Lord God commanded, “Little David, play something quick and lively. Let the skies rock with mirth. Let the heavens open wide. Let the stars and the moon shine out. Let my people shout with joy.” And as soon as the command was issued all the angels began dancing and singing as Little David played: “Two little babies a-layin’ in de bed, One of’m sick an’ de yuther mos’ dead. Sont fer de doctor an’ de doctor said, ‘Give dem babies some shortnin’ bread.’ So put on de skillet an’ thow way de led, Cause mammy gonter make a little shortnin’ bread.” Several more songs followed and finally Willie began to tire of singing. The party broke up, the angels flying away in groups of twos and threes. Soon no one was left before the throne except Willie. Willie felt slightly embarrassed there, with no one around except the Great Lord God. He figured he might be intruding or something, or that perhaps he’d better go out and fly some more. But as he was turning over the idea a tall, kindly looking angel, more strikingly handsome than any he had ever seen, strolled up and sat down familiarly by the side of the Great Lord God. At first Willie thought it was Cap’m Archie. There was kindness and understanding in his face, just like Cap’m Archie’s face. But it wasn’t Cap’m Archie. Cap’m Archie had no scars on his hands and feet as had this angel.