For my mamma has been with God and the good angels in the sky, ever since I was a little baby, and I have had a dreary time without her here alone." "Then I think you might tell me about God and the good angels," whispered Benny, getting closer to me.
I wrapped my arms around him, and leaning my face down upon his yellow curls, told him a story of God and the good angels in the sky.
Dear little Benny! I always loved him from that night.

He cried over my story: that I suppose wins everybody's heart: and we went together, looking at the placid river and the pale blue firmament, very far into the paradise of faith.

My tears dropped upon his upturned face; and when the stars came out, and we were told it was time to go back to the house, we went back hand in hand, firm friends for all life from that Sunday night.
"There is Mr.Langenau," said Benny; "waiting for you, I should think." Mr.Langenau was waiting for me at the piazza steps.

He fixed his eyes on mine as if waiting for my permission to speak again.

But I fastened my eyes upon the ground, and holding Benny tightly by the hand, went on into the house..