Agnes shook her head, but answered, half-smiling. "Sometimes, perhaps, I may, but you know they cannot be all allegories."
"Oh, no!" said Hugh; "but let us begin our last page now."
Gold—Glory.
Once again I dreamed, and once again I saw the boys in whom I took so much interest.
This time they were nearing the Hills, above which the radiance shone.
The country was still of the same mountainous description, and I thought I could see beneath the steep ascent before me a River winding in and out.
The golden light seemed to shine down on some parts of the River, but generally it was dark and sombre.
Just now the boys were standing near it, and Edred was gazing down into its depths.
"It is rather dreadful, Alwin," he exclaimed, turning round and glancing in his companion's face, "to think of having to cross this before we reach the Palace of the King."
"Yes," answered Alwin, "and when we look down into it, instead of looking up at the Glory, we do get depressed. But, you know, Edred, our Deliverer has promised to bear us safely through."