The grown-up people are very wise, and they say it was kind of God to make hell, and very loving of Him to send men there; and besides, he couldn't help Himself, and they are very wise, we think, so we believe them--more or less.
IV.
Then a new time comes, of which the leading feature is, that the shrewd questions are asked louder.

We carry them to the grown-up people; they answer us, and we are not satisfied.
And now between us and the dear old world of the senses the spirit-world begins to peep in, and wholly clouds it over.

What are the flowers to us?
They are fuel waiting for the great burning.

We look at the walls of the farmhouse and the matter-of-fact sheep-kraals, with the merry sunshine playing over all; and do not see it.

But we see a great white throne, and him that sits on it.