Harebell's friend

by Amy Le Feuvre

"Indeed you can," said the Rector, smiling down upon the eager face uplifted to him. "We ought to be the subjects of that kingdom down here."

Then he looked at the children in front of him, and said: "Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven."

"And we ought to get inside it, oughtn't we?" pursued Harebell. "Not stay outside."

"I hope you are inside it," said the Rector gravely.

Harebell shook her head doubtfully. "I'm not so sure about it."

Then she remembered her pony, and flew off along the road, waving a farewell to the children.

"She's a funny girl," said Peter, "her mind is all tumbled up and pours out anyhow!"

His father laughed.

"I think I like her," said Nan, "because she says things so different to everybody else; but, dad dear, she's going to call her pony a most awful name in Revelations—a Chris—something!"

"That doesn't tell me much," said the Rector. "Now run along in, I want to speak to your mother."