But I don't know;
I saw a dead cat once, and she didn't seem to know as much as before;
puzzle, puzzle. Compton, do you think they are puzzled in heaven?"
"No."
"Then the sooner we both go there, the better."
"Yes, but not just now."
"Why not?"
"Because of the cowslips."
"Here's a boy! What, would you rather be among the cowslips than the
angels? and think of the diamonds and pearls that heaven is paved
with."
"But _you_ mightn't be there."
"What! Am I a wicked girl, then--wickeder than you, that is a boy?"
"Oh no, no, no; but see how big it is up there;" they cast their eyes
up, and, taking the blue vault for creation, were impressed with its
immensity. "I know where to find you here, but up there you might be
ever so far off me."
"La! so I might. Well, then, we had better keep quiet. I suppose we
shall get wiser as we get older. But Compton, I'm so sorry your papa
and mine are bears and lions. Why doesn't the clergyman scold them?"
"Nobody dare scold my papa," said Compton, proudly. Then, after
reflection, "Perhaps, when we are older, we may persuade them to make
friends. I think it is very stupid to quarrel; don't you?"
"As stupid as an owl."
"You and I had a quarrel once, Ruperta."
"Yes, you misbehaved."
"No, no; you were cross.
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