He wanted that happiness from us; and He wanted us to expect it from Him and from each other; and if we had answered, all would have been like the first marriage feast, where they had the very best wine, and such lots of it.

But, you see, we couldn't answer; we had no souls.

We were just like the men on Cloud Island who laughed at you when you wanted them to build a hospital.

The little self or soul that we had was of that sort that we couldn't even love each other very much with it, and not Him at all.

So there was only one way, and that was for us to grow out of these stupid little souls, and get good big ones, that can enjoy God, and enjoy each other, and enjoy everything perfectly." She looked up over the yellow sand-hills into the deep sunny sky, and drew a long breath of the April air involuntarily.