'Then God said she might go. So she flew down and changed her clothes——'
'What kind of clothes did she put on?' asked Molly eagerly.
Betty considered a moment 'She put on a straw hat and a grey dress; she took off her wings and folded them up.'
'Where did she put them?' demanded Douglas.
'Down a well,' was the prompt reply. 'It was a dry well, and she put her white dress and crown with it; she did them up in a paper parcel, and wrote her name on.'
'What was her name?' asked Bobby.
Betty knitted her brows. 'It was a Bible name, of course; I think it was Miriam. She felt the earth was very hot, for the sun was shining like anything, and then she wondered who she could sing to. Well, she walked along a road, and then she saw a church, so she thought that must be a good place, and she went inside. The church was dark, and cool, and still, but it was lovely; and there were red and blue and yellow and green and violet sunbeams, and beautiful painted windows, and white marble figures all about, and it was so still that you felt you must hush and walk on tiptoe. And then, what do you think she saw?'
All eyes were on Betty now, as she sank her voice to an impressive whisper.
'She saw a little girl fast asleep!'
'Go on,' said Douglas impatiently, as Betty made another pause.