"Isn't it just as pleasant as it can be,
Nora?"
"Yes," said Nora, working away.
"Just see the river — it's so smooth. And look up into the
leaves; — how pretty they are! — and every one of them is
trembling a little; not one of them is still, Nora. How
beautiful the green is, with the sun shining through! Wouldn't
you like to be a bird up there?"
"No," said Nora; "I'd rather be down here."
"I think it would be nice to be a bird," said Daisy; "it must
be pleasant up in those branches — only the birds don't know
anything, I suppose. What do you think heaven must be like,
Nora?"
"Daisy, you're so funny. What makes you think about heaven?"
"Why, you know," said Daisy slowly, "I expect to go there. Why
shouldn't I think about it?"
"But you won't go there till you die," said Nora.
"I don't see what that has to do with my thinking about it. I
shall die, some time."
"Yes, but Daisy, don't be so queer. You are not going to die
now."
"I don't know about that," said Daisy; "but I like to think of
heaven. Jesus is there. Isn't it pleasant, Nora, that He can
see us always, and knows what we are doing?"
"Daisy, Marmaduke said he wished you would invite him to your
party.
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