Mother, will we ever have wings like angels?" thoughtfully asked seven-year-old Jennie, as she and her twin, Bennie, turned the pages of a new storybook received on a recent birthday.

   "The angels do not really have wings, dear," replied Mother from the big armchair in which she sat sewing. "Many pictures show them with wings, perhaps because they have been confused with other beings in the invisible worlds which do have wing-like parts to them, but those who have seen the angels say they look very much like we do."

   "How do they move around in the air if they don't have wings?" pursued Jennie.

   "They are made of lighter material than we are," replied Mother, "and can go where they wish just by thinking of it."

   "Do they live and act like we do, Mumsie?" inquired Bennie, a gleam of interest in his merry eyes.

   "Yes, we are told that they wear clothes, live in houses, have flower gardens, and concern themselves with various affairs, just as we do. Some are more intelligent and more beautiful than others, just as people are, there being some so shining and beautiful as to dazzle our eyes."

   "Is that why we can't see them, Mother?" inquired Jennie.

   "No, not exactly. They are made of material so much lighter and finer than we are that they make no impression on our eyes. Some day, however, when we have become more spiritual and have developed what is called etheric vision we shall see many things made of ether which we do not see now."

   "But do the angels live here where we are?" pursued the wide-eyed Bennie.

   "Their home is on the Moon," replied Mother, "but they visit us here on the earth and help us in many ways. They, with the aid of the nature spirits, help the plants to grow and bear their lovely flowers and fruits, and they are particularly helpful to little folk, such as yourselves, and are often near you guiding and protecting you."

   "Are they really?" cried the delighted Jennie. "I wish I could see them."

   "When you were in the heaven world," went on Mother, "they helped you to find Daddy and me so you could come and live with us and grow up where it would be best for you."

   "I bet I would have found you, anyway, Mother," cried Bennie, hugging her rapturously.

   Mother smiled, and taking the storybook, turned to a picture and continued: "This picture you see here is one of the angel Gabriel telling Mary, the Mother of Jesus, that a little son would be born to her, and that he would grow up to be a very wonderful man."

   "And he did, didn't he?" asked Jennie eagerly.

   "Yes," replied Mother, "and when he was born the angels told some of the nearby shepherds about it, as you see in this picture, and the shepherds went to see the baby Jesus."

   "And they found him in a stable, didn't they?" recalled Bennie.

   "Yes, they did," responded Mother, "and there were angels there, too, as you see in this picture."

   "And what are they doing in this picture?" inquired Bennie, turning to a beautifully colored illustration on the next page.

   "This shows the angels teaching the boy Jesus when he had grown older," explained Mother "You see, they paid particular attention to him because he had a special work to do."

   "And what is the angel doing to this man?" asked the little girl-twin.

   "That is an angel comforting Christ-Jesus when He was very sorrowful," answered Mother. "You see, the angels are very unselfish. They are purer and wiser than we are, because they have been longer in God's Kingdom than we have, and have been more obedient to Him — they love to comfort and help others. All creatures become stronger and better by helping others, and it is a part of God's plan that all His children serve their brothers and sisters, particularly the younger and less developed ones."

   "But the angels are not our brothers and sisters, are they, Mother?" queried Bennie.

   "Not exactly in the same way that you and Jennie are brother and sister," explained Mother, "but the angels, nature spirits, human beings, and all other creatures are God's children, and in that sense they are all brothers and sisters. We call the animals our younger brothers because they have not been in this part of God's kingdom as long as we have."

   "And my kitty is my little brother, then" exclaimed Jennie delightedly.

   "Yes, he is," replied Mother, "and by being kind to him, feeding him, and taking good care of him, you are helping him to grow according to God's plan, just as the angels help us."

   "Do the angels sing, Mother?" asked Bennie, looking at another illustration in the storybook.

   "Yes," Mother assured him. "We are told that at Easter time when the Christ Spirit is freed from the earth, hosts of angels meet Him and sing wonderful songs of praise and thanksgiving. Your picture there shows this as the artist imagined it."

   "Oh, I wish I could hear them," cried Jennie.

   "Perhaps some day you will," smiled Mother. "If we live as God wishes us to, we shall all be able to do many things in the future that we cannot do now."

   "May I pray for the angels tonight when I say my prayers, Mother?" asked the little girl.

   "Indeed you may," agreed Mother. "And now it is bedtime for kiddies, so let us get ready."

   "I hope I dream about the angels," said Jennie as they followed Mother upstairs to the nursery.