Willie was one day sitting with his grandmother by the open window.
Charley was Willie's little brother, whom the angels had taken from earth, and carried to live with Jesus.
He thought Charley must have felt lonely when he first went to heaven; but, as he would say, "now he has got acquainted, he is very happy."
Sometimes Willie would ask his mother, "Would you be lonesome without me, mother?" It was always a pleasant thought to him that he might early die and go to Jesus.
Willie liked to look at the blue sky. Perhaps it was because he thought it was Charley's home. He watched every evening for the moon, with her silvery light, and for the twinkling stars.
At one time, a cousin of his called to see him. He brought a basket with him. Raising the cover, he said—
"Willie, come, look in my basket."