Again came that whirling flight through the dark air, and Winifred found herself at her nursery window again. The angel was standing there, and it seemed to the child as if he lifted her gently in his arms. “Little child,” he said tenderly, “tell me what you have seen.” Winifred felt in a very different mood from the one in which she had set out. Looking into the angel’s face she answered humbly: “I think I see now.” “I think you do. You will not think things too little now to be worth thinking of--little acts of self-denial, little words of love, little deeds of kindness--you will not despise them now.” “No, angel, I will try not. I did not understand before.” “You did not; and yet, my child, you might have done.” “How?” “You might have read it in your Bible--in the life of Jesus Christ, our Pattern.” “Please explain.” “He came down from Heaven to live for us--that was a great thing, was it not? And He died on the Cross for our sins--that was a great thing too. But He took little children up in His arms and blessed them, and that _seemed_ a little thing to those who stood by; but has it proved such a little thing?” “Tell me,” said Winifred earnestly. “I think it has made little children and loving parents very happy ever since. I think it has made a great difference to the world, knowing that He loved the children and did not think them _too little_ to be blessed and noticed and loved. If nothing is too little for Him, need we find it too little for us.” “Dear angel,” said Winifred, with tears in her eyes, “I will try never to forget.” “Try, little child,” answered the angel tenderly; and looking down into Winifred’s eyes, he added almost solemnly, “and when you have learnt the lesson, will you be afraid to come with me?” “With you, where?” “To a bright, happy land, where no sorrow is--to a beautiful home where you would live always in the light of your Saviour’s love. Would you be afraid to go there, my child?” “I don’t know,” answered Winifred slowly. “Do you mean heaven?” “I mean a happy, holy place, where no sorrow or pain can ever come. You were not afraid to go with the swallows over the sea to a land of sunshine and flowers. You were not afraid of a long strange journey with them, you knew not whither. Would you be afraid to trust to me? Would you be afraid to let me carry you across a river, and into a new land far more bright and beautiful than the one where the swallows go?” Winifred lay still and quiet in the angel’s arms. She did not quite know what he meant. She felt languid and dreamy; but she was not afraid. She could not feel afraid looking up into his face and seeing his kind eyes bent upon her. “I am going away soon,” she said. “You are, my child, you are.” “Did you know?” “Yes, I knew.” “Will you come and take me when I go?” “Yes, if you would not be afraid to come with me.” “No, I should not be afraid, I think. I will be ready when you come.”