"Yes you do. All children know the song," they told her. "Just open your mouth and it will come out."
And it did come out; and Rowena sang and skipped around the circle, feeling the dove's little feet in her hair, and so happy that her heart swelled within her.
When they ceased and sat down laughing, to rest on the thick green grass, Rowena found herself beside the boy next whom she had been skipping. He picked up a golden pear and offered it to her.
"Is this heaven?" she asked him as she took it. The dove had flown back to his nest.
"Heaven can be anywhere," he answered, as he picked up a pear for himself and began eating it.
"Not where I came from," replied Rowena decidedly.
"O yes," said the boy, "wherever you are yourself, you can make it."
"That's easy to say," retorted Rowena.
"It's easy to do," said the boy, taking a deep bite of his pear. "You've only to love everybody and look up and to the right."
"If you saw the Polawee river you would know that it isn't very easy to love everybody," said Rowena.