Two little birds had a nest in the bushes in the back part of the garden. Five-year-old Amy found the nest. It had four speckled eggs in it. One day, after she had been away for some time, she ran into the garden to take a look at the pretty eggs. To her dismay she found only broken shells. “Oh,” she cried, “the beautiful eggs are all spoiled and broken!” “No, Amy,” said her brother, “they are not spoiled. The best part of them has taken wings and flown away.” So it is with death. The body left behind is only an empty shell, while the soul, the better part, has taken wings and flown away.