"We're having Sunday-school, the singing part, and you may come if you're good, and know a verse, and won't baptize the Sunday-school," said Beth, multiplying conditions rapidly.
"I know a verse that father says he thinks ought to be in the Bible," said Nan.
"Let's not have Sunday-school," she continued, snuggling down on Mrs. Rayburn's shoulder. "It's so nice here, and I want to tell you 'bout my dream I had the other night. Dreamed I went to heaven awhile, and when I came home I slid down fifty miles of live wire and sissed all the way down like a hot flatiron."
"There's a gold crack in the sky now that shows a little weenty bit of Heaven's floor, I think, right now," said Ethelwyn, going to the west window.
They all followed her, and sure enough there was the gold of the sky shining through the misty rain clouds.
"Now, if God and the angels would just peek out a minute, I'd be thankful," said Elizabeth.
It's—hard—to—work—
And easy to play;
I'll tell you what we've done,
We play our work
And work our play,
And all the hard is gone.