her.

"Because you know, sister," he went on, "if you don't like it
here you can always go back any time you want to."

"Do you mean to say," gasped Priscilla, "that I can return to
earth?"

"You certainly can," said the stranger. "I'm sort of manager
here, and whenever you see any particular part of the earth you'd
like to live in, you just let me know and I'll arrange it."

He smiled and was gone.

IX

It was two hundred years before Priscilla Kennicott definitely
decided that she could stand it no longer in heaven; it was
another hundred years before she located a desirable place on
earth to return to.

She finally selected a small town in the American northwest, far
from the Puritan-tainted Plymouth; a small town in the midst of
fields of beautiful waving grain; a small town free from the
artificiality of large cities; a small town named Gopher
Prairie.

She made known her desire to the manager; she said goodby to a
small group of friends who had gathered to see her off; she heard
the sound of the eternal harp playing and hymn singing grow