"Whoever heard of a light in the old church? They shouldn't make up such stories!"
Stephen's father only laughed, and told him he must not think of it again; little boys fancied strange things sometimes. Even Granny Robin seemed to imagine that their being out late, and their having felt rather frightened, had something to do with it.
But Stephen and Audrey knew better, and, without saying a word to any one, they would creep out night after night, and would climb upon the fiat tomb that they might look for the sight.
But day after day of that week went by, and they never saw it again.
"Perhaps it only comes on Sunday," said Stephen.
"We must wait and see," said Audrey. "I do hope it will come, and then we will fetch them to see it, and they will all believe it."
Meanwhile the two children had another talk with Granny Robin.
"Did you ever get into the Kingdom of Light?" little Stephen asked her.
"Yes, my child," said the old woman, "I did."
"And how long did you stay there?" said Audrey. "Weren't you sorry to come away, Granny Robin?"