"Bless us!" said cook, laughing. "I'd clean forgot about the child's name. I couldn't think what angel it was at first. You take her, Miss Ellie."
"Please, come," said the little girl; and she held out her tiny hand for Angel to take.
Little Angel had never seen such a beautiful house. They went up a long easy staircase, very different from the one Angel climbed at night when she went to bed. They passed a splendid window, with pretty coloured glass in it, which threw all sorts of lovely colours on the stairs. And the carpet was so soft that Angel could not hear the sound of her own feet.
At the top of the staircase was a long passage, with doors at both sides of it. Ellie opened one of these, and led Angel into a pretty little sitting-room. A bright fire was burning in the grate, and by the side of the fire was a sofa. On this sofa Angel saw a young lady lying, with a very sweet and gentle face. She looked very ill and tired, Angel thought, and had such a kind face that she could not feel afraid of her.
"This is the little Angel, Mabel," said little Ellie, as she took her by the hand to her sister's couch.
"Bring a stool for her to sit on, Ellie. I'm very glad to see you, little Angel."
"Yes; but, Mabel, cook says she hasn't any wings, and she doesn't think she lives in heaven. She says it's only her name."
"Yes," said her sister; "I understand. But some day, I hope she will live in heaven. Do you think you will, little Angel?"
"I hope so, please, ma'am," said Angel.
"But, if you are ever to live in heaven with the Lord Jesus, you must learn to love Him now," said the young lady.