interrogations on their part:

"How large is your world?" came a question from one.

"Not quite so large as this one," I replied.

"Have you much soil there?"

"A million times more than you have here."

"What a wonderfully rich world! The people must be gloriously happy
with such fabulous wealth around them."

"The bulk of my fellow-men there are not happy," I sighed. "So many
spend their lives looking for diamonds and gold, the most of whom are
doomed to disappointment."

An incredulous smile crept over the faces of my newly-made friends, and
by it I read the doubt that was arising in their hearts as to the truth
of my utterance.

"My words are sincere," I insisted. "If you could take one bushel of
your diamonds to the world where I live, you could get more soil for
them than you have on your whole globe."

"That world is heaven," exclaimed a few of my hearers at once. "A world
of such abundant soil cannot be any other place." Then I learned that
their conception of Heaven is not a place of gold-paved streets, but a
place where soil is freely distributed even on the sides of the streets.