"Yes, she was—at least—no, she wasn't. I wish mamma was here," said Ethel; "she could tell you how it was. That was her body, you know, in here; her soul was in the sky."
"I don't quite see," said Dot, being puzzled.
"Why, this is your body, Dot," said Violet, taking hold of Dot's arm, and giving it a little pat.
"But, please, that's my arm," said little Dot in a very bewildered voice.
"Yes," explained Ethel, "but all this is your body, Dot—all over you; your soul's inside somewhere, where you can't see it."
"I should like to see my soul," said little Dot.
"Oh, but you never could!" said Violet. "Could she, Ethel?"
"No, I think not," said Ethel. "Perhaps when we get to heaven we shall."
[CHAPTER VII]
THE LITTLE WHITE STONE