Nothing in this world is more than LIKE it.
By and by we could from the plain see the city among the blue clouds.
But other clouds were gathering around a lofty tower--or was it a rock ?--that stood above the city, nearer the crest of the mountain.
Gray, and dark gray, and purple, they writhed in confused, contrariant motions, and tossed up a vaporous foam, while spots in them gyrated like whirlpools.

At length issued a dazzling flash, which seemed for a moment to play about the Little Ones in front of us.

Blinding darkness followed, but through it we heard their voices, low with delight.
"Did you see ?" "I saw." "What did you see ?" "The beautifullest man." "I heard him speak!" "I didn't: what did he say ?" Here answered the smallest and most childish of the voices--that of Luva:-- "He said, ''Ou's all mine's, 'ickle ones: come along!'" I had seen the lightning, but heard no words; Lona saw and heard with the children.

A second flash came, and my eyes, though not my ears, were opened.

The great quivering light was compact of angel-faces.