Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ...Thing which had happened to him. It was so difficult to adjust them to his little blue-lipped face and small, insignificant figure which his clothes seemed always rather too large for. " But he would be quite different," the Small Person persisted obstinately to herself as her only consolation. " He would be quite different and he would be dressed in white robes." The draperies she tried to see him in were something of the nature of a very voluminous, very white night-gown--but at all events they were " quite different." The interest of all this is that what we begin with at seven we seem to end with at seventy. How are we less vague--what more do we know? Nothing--nothing---nothing, but that whatever it is--wherever it is--it is " quite different." In the years which lie between we have learned more geography, more astronomy, we have learned that the blue is space and the clouds are vapor, but what more definite, but that we clamor for something, we plead for something, we must have something, we ought to have something " quite different." Somebody--probably it was the executive, practical little girl who had had the energy and ability to hustle the vague Small Person into th-church at the Grantham wedding---somebody proposed that two or three select ones should go to Alfie's home and ask to be allowed to " see " him. The Small Person was awed. She wanted very much to see him--what was left of him after he had become an angel. " His soul has gone to Heaven, his body is only dust," that was what was always said. She somehow wanted to look at the poor little body which was only dust. " Perhaps we oughtn't to go," she said, timorously. " Perhaps they won't like us to see him." But she was taken. Somebody else had been and nobody had seemed...
