This is the dialogue between a little girl and a little boy:
“What are you bawling about, Jimmie?”
“I’m cryin’ because maw has wented to heaven.”
“That’s silly. Maybe she hain’t.”
* * *
Little Alice questioned her mother concerning heaven, and seemed pleased to be assured that she would have wings and harp and crown.
“And candy, too, mamma?”
The mother shook her head.
“Anyhow,” Alice declared, “I’m tickled we have such a fine doctor.”