“Come, Bobbie dear,” said Jean, “let’s go out and see if we can’t find heaven, where God is. Mother is going there to live with the angels. Let’s see if there’ll be any room for us.”
“There’ll be room for me, Jeanie; there’ll have to be, for I’m going to die before long.”
“Why do you think so, Bobbie?”
“Cos I just am. I dreamed I went to heaven. It was a tight house, too, like Oregon, or Texas.”
“You mustn’t think you’re going to die, Bobbie.”
“There isn’t any surely death,” said the child. “It is just going to heaven.”
XVI
JEAN’S VISIT BEYOND THE VEIL
To the surprise of her sorrowing loved ones, Mrs. Ranger rallied before sundown, after a stupor of several hours, her eyes bright and her faculties wonderfully clear.
“It seems hard to leave you alone in this wilderness, John,” she said in a low whisper, while feebly clasping her husband’s hand.