They had put him into a funny-looking white
box that was nearly covered with flowers, and he looked so strange lying
there all white and still among the blossoms. The next day the white
box, the flowers and poor little Tim were carried away. The neighbors
said Tim was dead; Mrs. Dempsey said he had gone to heaven. Peter
wondered if he died would anyone put him in a white box and cover him
with flowers; if he died, would he go to heaven and see Tim there?
Peter had often been very anxious as to what heaven was like. He had
asked Mrs. Dempsey. Her answer had not been quite satisfactory, but then
she could not know exactly since she had never been there. And the
angels, what were they like? Again Mrs. Dempsey had been referred to and
again the reply was most disappointing. Beautiful beings with wings?
Why, birds had wings and some of them were very beautiful. As for
singing before the throne of God; well, Peter could not even guess what
the throne of God meant.
He guessed he must be dying; he felt dead already, all except his head.
That would go soon and then he would see the angels he had wondered so
much about. But if he died, what would become of baby? Who would look
after his precious baby? That dreadful thought caused him to open his
eyes suddenly. With a great effort he raised his head and the sight of
the iron railing against which he was leaning made his heart bound with
a sudden thrill of hope and put new life into the exhausted little
frame.
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