Just then, they saw, in the downstream
of transparent Milky Way, the holly Cross stand like a grand tree,
glittering in blue, orange and every other color, and behind its back,
pale white clouds shining around like a grand halo.
There came an
air of moving in the whole train. Everyone began to pray, standing
straight, just as they had done at Northern Cross.
There filled,
everywhere in the train, voices of joy like those of delighted
children and tones of deep and reverent sigh.
Gradually the window
came closer to the front of the Cross and they saw the pale white
clouds revolving very slowly and shining like flesh of a fresh
apple.
