"The Lord wants us to live until we get good and strong and smart,
and do a great deal of good before we die, old fellow--that's why
we don't die right away."

"Well, I want to see dear little Phillie, an' if the Lord won't
let him come down here, I think he might let me die an' go to
heaven. Little Phillie always laughed when I jumped for him. Uncle
Harry, angels has wings, don't they?"

"Some people think they have, old boy."

"Well, I know they DON'T, cos if Phillie had wings, I know he'd
fly right down here an' see me. So they don't."

"But maybe he has to go somewhere else, Budge, or maybe he comes
and you can't see him. We can't see angels with OUR eyes, you
know."

"Then what made the Hebrew children in the fiery furnace see one?
Their eyes was just like ours, wasn't they? I don't care; I want
to see dear little Phillie AWFUL much. Uncle Harry, if I went to
heaven, do you know what I'd do?"

"What WOULD you do, Budge?"

"Why, after I saw little Phillie, I'd go right up to the Lord an'
give him a great big hug."

"What for, Budge?"