They camped on the plains and decided not to put the tents up for the few hours that they meant to remain there. The girls rolled in blankets, feet toward the campfire, and in a few moments all but Gale and Virginia were dozing.
Lying flat on her back, the earth warm beneath her, staring up at the stars overhead, Gale felt suddenly tiny, so infinitesimal. The plain was so wide, the sky so near, the stars so bright----
“What are you thinking about?” Virginia asked from beside her.
“The stars,” Gale answered. “Didn’t somebody call them the windows of heaven?”
“Are you looking for the angels with their golden harps?” Virginia laughed.
“Yes,” Gale agreed with a smile. “Do you think I’ll see any?”
“Never can tell,” Virginia said, smothering a yawn. “Which one is your wagon hitched to?”
“Which angel?” queried Gale.
“No, silly, which star?”
“That one up there, see it? The little one, all sparkly. Oh!” Gale laughed, “It winked at me.”