“Ah!” said the swallow, turning his head knowingly from side to side. “So you have learnt your lesson at last. Now we will go back.”
Again came that whirling flight through the dark air, and Winifred found herself at her nursery window again.
The angel was standing there, and it seemed to the child as if he lifted her gently in his arms.
“Little child,” he said tenderly, “tell me what you have seen.”
Winifred felt in a very different mood from the one in which she had set out. Looking into the angel’s face she answered humbly:
“I think I see now.”
“I think you do. You will not think things too little now to be worth thinking of—little acts of self-denial, little words of love, little deeds of kindness—you will not despise them now.”
“No, angel, I will try not. I did not understand before.”
“You did not; and yet, my child, you might have done.”
“How?”