“Oh,” she said, “I do not know anything about a judgment-seat.  I know that our Father is here, and that when we are in trouble we are taken to him to be comforted, and that our dear Lord our Brother is among us every day, and every one may see him.  Listen,” she said, standing up suddenly among them, feeling strong as an angel.  “I have seen him! though I am nothing, so little as you see, and often silly, never clever as some of you are, I have seen him! and so will all of you.  There is no more that I know of,” she said softly, clasping her hands.  “When you see him it comes into your heart what you must do.”

And then there was a murmur of voices about her, some saying that was best, and some wondering if that were all, and some crying if he would but come now—­while the little Pilgrim stood among them with her face shining, and they all looked at her, asking her to tell them more, to show them how to find him.  But this was far above what she could do, for she too was not much more than a stranger, and had little strength.  She would not go back a step, nor desert those who were so anxious to know, though her heart fluttered almost as it had used to do before she died, what with her longing to tell them, and knowing that she had no more to say.

But in that land it is never permitted that one who stands bravely and fails not shall be left without succor; for it is no longer needful there to stand even to death, since all dying is over, and all souls are tested.  When it was seen that the little Pilgrim was thus surrounded by so many that questioned her, there suddenly came about her many others from the brightness out of which she had come, who, one going to one hand, and one to another, safely led them into the ways in which their course lay:  so that the Pilgrim was free to lead forth the woman who had been given her in charge, and whose path lay in a dim, but pleasant country, outside of that light and gladness in which the Pilgrim’s home was.

“But,” she said, “you are not to fear or be cast down, because he goes likewise by these ways, and there is not a corner in all this land but he is to be seen passing by; and he will come and speak to you, and lay his hand upon you; and afterwards everything will be clear, and you will know what you are to do.”

“Stay with me till he comes,—­oh, stay with me,” the woman cried, clinging to her arm.

“Unless another is sent,” the little Pilgrim said.  And it was nothing to her that the air was less bright there, for her mind was full of light, so that, though her heart still fluttered a little with all that had passed, she had no longing to return, nor to shorten the way, but went by the lower road sweetly, with the stranger hanging upon her, who was stronger and taller than she.  Thus they went on, and the Pilgrim told her all she knew, and everything that came into her heart.  And so full was she of the great things she had to say, that it was a surprise