'So the angel thought she would sing to her; so she went up very softly to the big organ, and began to play it, and then she began to sing. It was lovely. She sang like she did in heaven, and the little girl woke up and listened.'
'What did she sing about?' asked Molly.
'She sang about heaven, and all the people and children who had come through great tribulation. And the music went on right up to the top of the church, and her voice got louder and louder, and then softer and softer to a whisper, and then the music got softer too, and then—it was quite still.'
'Well, go on. What did the little girl do?'
'The little girl came away; she—she cried a little.'
'Why, you're crying too! What a silly!'
Betty dashed her small hand across her eyes, and threw up her head defiantly. 'That's all my story,' she said.
'Oh, what a stupid story! You must make a proper ending.'
'You shall go on! we'll make you!'
'Did the angel get her proper clothes again?'