The gates ajar. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps.

184 The Gates Ajar.
"Dear me!" said incredulous Molly, "I
should just like to know who told you that
much. My mother never told it at me. Did
your mother tell it at you? "
"0, she told me some of it, and the rest I
thinked out myself."
"Let's go and play One Old Cat," said
Molly, with an uncomfortable jump; " I wish
I had n't got to go to heaven! "
"Why, Molly Bland! why, I think heaven's
splendid! I've got my papa up there, you
know.' Here's my little girl!' That's what
he's going to say. Mamma, she'll be there,
too, and we're all going to live in the prettiest
house. I have dreadful hurries to go this
afternoon sometimes when Phcebe's cross and
won't give me sugar. They don't let you in,
though,'nless you're a good girl."
"Who gets it all up?" asked puzzled Molly.
"Jesus Christ will give me all these beautiful fings," said Faith, evidently repeating her
mother's words, - the only catechism that she
has been taught.
"And what will he do when he sees you?"
asked her mother, coming down the stairs and
stepping up behind her.
"Take me up in His arms and kiss me."