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XIII. A Golden Picnic
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“Onlylikeapartofheaven.Intheotherpartstherewouldbesummerandautumn...yes,andabitofwinter,too.IthinkIwantglitteringsnowyfieldsandwhitefrostsinheavensometimes.Don’tyou,Jane?”
“I...Idon’tknow,”saidJaneuncomfortably.Janewasagoodgirl,amemberofthechurch,whotriedconscientiouslytoliveuptoherprofessionandbelievedeverythingshehadbeentaught.Butsheneverthoughtaboutheavenanymorethanshecouldhelp,forallthat.
“MinnieMayaskedmetheotherdayifwewouldwearourbestdresseseverydayinheaven,”laughedDiana.
“Anddidn’tyoutellherwewould?”askedAnne.
“Mercy,no!Itoldherwewouldn’tbethinkingofdressesatallthere.”
“Oh,Ithinkwewill...aLITTLE,”saidAnneearnestly.“There’llbeplentyoftimeinalleternityforitwithoutneglectingmoreimportantthings.Ibelievewe’llallwearbeautifuldresses...orIsupposeRAIMENTwouldbeamoresuitablewayofspeaking.Ishallwanttowearpinkforafewcenturiesatfirst...itwouldtakemethatlongtogettiredofit,Ifeelsure.IdolovepinksoandIcanneverwearitinTHISworld.”
Pastthesprucesthelanedippeddownintoasunnylittleopenwherealogbridgespannedabrook;andthencamethegloryofasunlitbeechwoodwheretheairwasliketransparentgoldenwine,andtheleavesfreshandgreen,andthewoodflooramosaicoftremuloussunshine.
