The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

The Gates Ajar. 183
" O what a funny little sunset there's going
to be behind the maple-tree," said the blondhaired Bland, in a pause.
"Funny enough," observed Faith, with her
superior smile, " but it's going to be a great
deal funnier up in heaven, I tell you, Molly
Bland."
"Funny in heaven? Why, Faith!" Molly
drew herself up with a religious air, and looked
the image of her father.
" Yes, to be sure. I'm going to have some
little pink blocks made out of it when I go;
pink and yellow and green and purple and0, so many blocks! I'm going to have a little
red cloud to sail round in, like that one up
over the house, too, I should n't wonder."
Molly opened her eyes.
"0, I don't believe it!"
" You don't know much!" said Miss Faith,
superbly. "I should n't s'pose you would believe it. P'r'aps I'11 have some strawberries
too, and some ginger-snaps, - I'm not going
to have any old bread and butter up there,0, and some little gold apples, and a lot of
playthings; nicer playthings -why, nicer
than they have in the shops in Boston, Molly
Bland! God's keeping'em up there a purpose."