"Don't boys go into the Himmel?"

"Yes, of course, if they're good."

"And then what do _they_ wear?"
"Why, the same as all the other angels, I suppose."

"Dwesses?"

She began to laugh, looking at me sideways as though she suspected me
of making jokes. "What a funny Mummy!" she said, evidently much amused.
She has a fat little laugh that is very infectious.

"I think," said I, gravely, "you had better go and play
with the other babies."

She did not answer, and sat still a moment watching the clouds.
I began writing again.

"Mummy," she said presently.

"Well?"

"Where do the angels get their dwesses?"

I hesitated. "From lieber Gott," I said.

"Are there shops in the Himmel?"