"But I believe he _will_ come to the Feet," she added, "even if it's on his very death-bed, with the cold sweat standing on his brow.

It would make a lovely tract--him coming to the Feet at the very last moment and his face lighting up and everything." The little boy, however, rather hoped Milo Barrus wouldn't come to the Feet.

It was more worth while going to Heaven if he didn't, and if you could look down and see him after it was too late for him to come.

During church that morning he chiefly wondered about the Feet.

Once, long ago, it seemed, he had been with his dear father in a very big city, and out of the maze of all its tangled marvels of sound and sight he had brought and made his own forever one image: the image of a mighty foot carved in marble, set on a pedestal at the bottom of a dark stairway.