“Look!” said the Angel.
The child brushed away the tears from its eyes and looked. Before them lay the fields all green and gold, shining with dewdrops, and the other children were running to and fro, laughing and shouting, and crowning one another with blossoms.
“Why, there are the children!” said the little one.
“Yes,” said the Angel; “there they are.”
“And the sun is shining!” cried the child.
“Yes,” said the Angel; “it was shining all the time.”
“And the shadow is gone!”
“Oh, no!” said the Angel; “the shadow is behind you, where it belongs. Run, now, and gather flowers for the littlest one, who sits in the grass there!”