"I want to be an angel too," cried Violet with a bursting sob.
"An angel! Ah, is that it? Poor little darling! thou wilt be an angel soon enough."
"But Ella will have wings first, and will fly away from Violet, and Violet is so lonely."
"Miss Ella fly!" cried Evelina, throwing up her hands again and bursting into a fresh fit of laughter. "Why, it would take all the wings in the town to lift her off her feet. No, no; do not be afraid; Miss Ella will not fly."
"Could not I go with the other little angels?" sobbed Violet.
"Ah, no, no, my treasure; that would be impossible. Thou canst not walk, and it is a long way to the station."
"But if I had wings."
"Yes, yes, of course, if thou hadst wings that would be another thing; then thou couldst fly wherever thou hadst a wish," said Evelina soothingly, for the pleading eyes so full of their sorrow pained her.
"And the doctor said, soon, very soon, Violet would have them; and perhaps God would give Violet wings that very day, and then she could go with all the other angels. Is it not so, Evelina?"