“How many are you, then,” said I,

“If they two are in heaven?”

Quick was the little Maid’s reply,

“O master! we are seven.”

“But they are dead; those two are dead!

Their spirits are in heaven!”

’Twas throwing words away: for still

The little Maid would have her will,

And said, “Nay, we are seven!”

—Wordsworth.