Diana was at a loss, too, when Hugh announced his intention of
going to Heaven. She asked him what he would do when he got
there. I thought the question a little unwise at the time. "Oh!
" said Hugh, "stroll round with Jesus, I suppose, and have a shot
at the rabbits."

Diana's position was a difficult one. It was this: if she told
Hugh there were no rabbits in Heaven, he wouldn't pray to go
there; and if she said there was no shooting in Heaven, Hugh would
know for certain that his father wouldn't want to go there, and it
wouldn't do for Hugh to think his father didn't want to go to
Heaven. It was a difficulty, but Hugh's Heaven was or is a very
real and very happy place to him. It is strangely like Hames; and
isn't the home of every happy child very near to Heaven? Surely
it lies at its very gates, which we could see if it was not for
the mountains which intervene, those beautiful snow mountains,
which foolish grown-ups call clouds.

Diana has come triumphantly out of situations more difficult, and
she will no doubt surmount those connected with the spiritual
upbringing of Hugh, Betty, and Sara.

It is the custom of Diana to read the Bible every morning with her
children, and they resent any deviation from custom.

After breakfast on the particular Sunday over which this shooting-
party extended, Hugh marched through the hall, .where most of us
were assembled) with his Bible under his arm, followed by Betty,
carrying a smaller Bible. Hugh's seemed particularly cumbersome.
He cast a reproachful glance at his mother and her guests, and