continued Budge, "that's where dear little brother Phillie is;
whenever I look over there, I see him putting his hand out."

"Dee 'ittle Phillie went to s'eep in a box and the Lord took him
to heaven," murmured Toddie, putting together all he had seen and
heard of death. Then he raised his voice, and exclaimed:--

"Ocken Hawwy, you know what Iz'he goin' do when I be's big man?
Iz'he goin' to have hosses and tarridge, an' Iz'he goin' to wide
over all ze chees an' all ze houses, an' all ze world an'
evvyfing. An' whole lots of little birdies is comin' in my
tarridge an' sing songs to me, an' you can come too if you want
to, an' we'll have ICE-cream an' 'trawberries, an' see 'ittle
fishes swimmin' down in ze water, an' we'll get a g'eat big house
that's all p'itty on the outshide an' all p'itty on the inshide,
and it'll all be ours and we'll do just evvyfing we want to."

"Toddy, you're an idealist."

"AIN'T a 'dealisht."

"Toddy's a goosey-gander," remarked Budge, with great gravity.
"Uncle Harry, do you think heaven's as nice as that place over
there?"

"Yes, Budge, a great deal nicer."

"Then why don't we die an' go there? I don't want to go on livin'
forever an' ever. I don't see why we don't die right away; I think
we've lived enough of days."