Peep of Day, a book with the most terrifying pictures. One Sunday
evening, so it is said, the little boy's mother came into the
nursery to find him listening in rapt attention to what his nurse
was reading him.

"Emery is reading to me out of a good book," explained the small
boy quite superfluously.

"And do you like it, dear?"

"Very much indeed."

"What is Emery reading to you about? Is it about Heaven?"

"No, it's about 'ell," gleefully responded the little boy, who had
not yet found all his "h's."

Those glowing furnace-bars; those roaring flames ... there could
be no doubt whatever about it. A hymn spoke of "Gates of Hell" ...
of course they just called it the heating furnace to avoid
frightening him. The little boy became acutely conscious of his
misdeeds. He had taken ... no, stolen an apple from the nursery
pantry and had eaten it. Against all orders he had played with the
taps in the sink. The burden of his iniquities pressed heavily on
him; remembering the encouraging warnings Mrs. Fairchild, of The
Fairchild Family, gave her offspring as to their certain ultimate
destiny when they happened to break any domestic rule, he simply
dared not pass those fiery apertures alone. With his hand in that
of his friend Joseph, the footman, it was quite another matter.
Out of gratitude, he addressed Joseph as "Mr. Greatheart," but