With beautiful wings of silk, a crown of baby rose buds, & they all live together in a castle. You know what it’s made of, sunflowers hundreds of them, so bright they shine like gold. When the angles want to go some place they just whistle like this (whistles). A cloud floats to the castle door & picks them up & the angels fly through the sky riding the cloud like a magic carpet under the moon & through the stars, until they are hovering right above us. That’s how they can look down & see if we are all right. Sometimes they even send messages to us. Of course, you can’t hear the messages if you were kicking & screaming as loudly as you were. But they always try again in case if we’ve missed it.
A Little Princess, Sara Crewe