THE POINT OF VIEW
WO angels sat together, bending over a book that was written
full of names.
"I see!" said one. "You have your orders,
and of course it is right; but it does seem such a pity.
I hoped that this
poor old woman might be released; she suffers so much, and
there is no cure for her poor body; and she is tired, and
longs to go. And the girl is so young and pretty and gay,
and looking forward so joyfully; it makes me sad, even
though I know sadness is wrong."
"My dear," said the other, "I felt just as you did at
first, till I came to look into it. But I found that
the old woman could not possibly be spared at present. Why,
all the soul-light of the neighborhood, or nearly all, comes
from her. Not only her own family, but the doctor,
wo-  man who nurses her, and all the neighbors, are finding their
way by the light she gives, and better still, are getting
light of their own. Her old husband used to be a poor
creature, with his soul-clothes all black and dirty and
ragged, just because she did everything for him; and now he
must do for her, and really, you have no idea how much
better he is getting to look. I think he may have a very
decent little soul if she can only stay a few years
"But the girl?" asked the first angel.
"Oh, the girl!" said the second. "She simply must
not stay. She started wrong, poor child. Her father is
a millionnaire, you know, not one of those who prosper, but
really quite destitute; none of her people can do anything
for her, for they are starving themselves. I examined her
soul-robe yesterday; it is already badly spotted, and some
of the spots will be very hard to get out. Now, if she is
taken away at once, she can make a new start, and have a
better chance, poor lamb! and meanwhile the pain of losing
her will be not only medicine, but food and drink, to
 her suffering family. I expect it to do wonders for them, I
"I see!" said the first angel. "How little we know!"
"Yes," said the second; "but at least we do know
something. We know that we only know a little; whereas
formerly, we knew nothing at all, and thought we knew
everything; just like these other people, poor dears!"
"Poor dears!" echoed the other angel, thoughtfully.
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