"There aren't any bothers," she said, "in Heaven."
"But this isn't Heaven," said Marian, "is it?"
"Well, of course it is," said Mrs Jugg—"part of it."
"But it's under the ground," said Marian.
"Well, never mind. Heaven's everywhere, only most people don't know it."
Marian was surprised, but she felt all lovely and shivery. Fancy Heaven being so near home! What a thing to be able to tell Mummy! Mrs Jugg gave her some more cake. Some of the bumpies had finished now, and were getting impatient. Presently Mr Jugg clapped his hands. Then they all stood up, and Mrs Jugg said grace, and then they all rushed toward the door.
This wasn't the door by which Marian had come in, but a door that opened into another room—a great big room with even more lights in it, and hundreds of swings and all sorts of rocking-horses. In less than a minute there were bumpies upon every one of them, and two of the bumpies took charge of Marian. She had a lovely swing and a ride on a rocking-horse, and then they all began to play games. They played ring-a-ring o' roses, and bumpy in the corner, and bumpy hide-and-seek, and angel's buff; and then Mr Jugg took her into the flying school to see some of the older bumpies fly.
This was like a big gymnasium, with lots and lots of pegs in it, and a pair of wings hanging from each peg; and on the floor there were great soft mattresses so that the bumpies shouldn't hurt themselves if they fell down. But the bumpies that Marian saw had almost learned to fly. They would soon be proper angels and able to fly anywhere.
"And then," said Mr Jugg, "they'll be going into the upper school to learn history and geography and all about dreams and things."
"Where's the upper school?" asked Marian.