'It's a Sunday make-believe, quite one to myself, and I've never told it to any one. I can only tell it to myself out of doors, when it's still and quiet, and then I feel sometimes it's quite real!'
'Do tell me,' pleaded Nancy coaxingly.
'Well, it's getting to heaven—after I'm got there, you know.'
Nancy's eyes grew big with awe.
'Shall I tell you how I begin it?'
She nodded, and Teddy, turning over on his side, brought forth another book—a New Testament.
Turning to an open page he began to read with great emphasis,—
'"And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me that great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God."'
'That's the Bible,' said Nancy.
'Yes; now listen. I'm lying here in this field; it's very, very still. I hear a little rustle behind. I don't look round, and then, flash! comes a beautiful white angel. Now he's standing in front of me.'