I think God knows I want to go out to walk, and _so_ He has sent the sun out.' There's a child who has faith enough to put us all to shame.

A vision of angels wouldn't startle him in the least.

When his poor little friend died, and we had to tell him, he inquired, fixing on me those earnest blue eyes, 'Did papa _see_ the angels when they took away Joe ?' And when I answered 'No' (for I never try to deceive him by picturesque fictions, I should not dare, I tell him simply what I believe myself), 'Then did Joe _go up_ by himself ?' In a moment there was a burst of cries and sobs.

The other day he asked me if I thought _Joe had seen the Dute of Wellyton_.

He has a medal of the Duke of Wellington, which put the name into his head.
By-the-bye, Robert yesterday, in a burst of national vanity, informed the child that this was the man who beat Napoleon.