Her grandmother was her especial guardian in matters of conduct, and toward the middle of the dinner, feeling that the child had been up longer than was good for her, told her that she must say good night and go up to bed.
But the next morning at breakfast she complained to her mother that she had had such a terrible dream. Her mother and her grandmother tried to get her to tell what it was, but she hesitated. She did not want to tell her dream. Finally she said:
I dreamed that I was dead, and I went up to heaven and knocked at the gate. And then some one came to the gate, and he had keys in his hand, and so I knew it must be St. Peterthe child had had Bible instructionand St. Peter said, Well, little girl, what do you want here?
And the man was very nice. He said: Well, well find room for you, little girl. Weve got a good many people here, but well find some place for you. So I went in, and it seemed to be quite a pleasant place, and there were a good many people there. It didnt seem to be a very uncomfortable place. And the man took me to a room where there was a lounge against the wall, and he said, You can sit there on the lounge for a little while, but you cant stay very long, because were saving this lounge for your grandmother.