Thoughts about Angels. 41

know I was near, and he said, 'Ah, Miss
Edith's the one I set store by, that she is!
a pleasanter spoke young lady, and one so
pretty too, I never see before. Look at her
when you will, she's always smiling, and look-
ing as happy as anything. I do declare,
Mary, I don't mind telling you, I declare I
think, for all the world she's like an angel,
that I do!' So you see, Clara, as I think
Herbert like one too, I suppose there must
be something alike in them."
 "Edith certainly is very sweet-looking; but
how curious that you and Arnold should both
think about angels I never do, at least not in
that sort of way."
 Don't you ? oh! I do very often. I like
to look at the sky and fancy I see them in
the clouds. I anm very fond of the sky;
sometimes I picture mountains and castles
up there, and make stories about them in
my mind; but still more often I try to see
angels. When the sky is very blue, with dear
little white clouds, I can see them best; the
clouds look like angel's heads, and sometimes
I see wings too and harps, and then I fancy
to myself the song they are singing so happily,
and that one of them is Georgie, till I feel
-I don't know how."