"Do their souls really shine?" Teddy asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because of the light in Paradise—the warm, sweet light, clearer than the sunshine, Teddy, brighter than the moon and the stars—."
The children sighed rapturously. "Go on," Teddy urged.
"So the patient camels began their wonderful pilgrimage—they crossed the desert and rounded a curve of the sea, and at last they came to Paradise, and the gate was shut and they knelt in front of it, and they heard singing, and the sound of silver trumpets, and at last the gate swung back, and they saw—what do you think they saw?"
"The shining souls," said Teddy, solemnly.
"Yes, the shining souls in all that lovely light—there were the souls of happy little children, and of good women, but best of all," his voice wavered a little, "best of all, there were the souls of—brave men."
"My father is a brave man."
Was, oh, little Teddy!