'Dear me, Willie! don't you know that?' said my aunt. 'Don't you know
you've got a soul as well as a body?'

'I'm sure _I_ haven't,' I returned. 'What was grannie's like?'

'That I can't tell you,' she answered.

'Have you got one, auntie?'

'Yes.'

'What is yours like then?'

'I don't know.'

'But,' I said, turning to my uncle, 'if her body goes to the grave, and
her soul to heaven, what's to become of poor grannie--without either of
them, you see?'

My uncle had been thinking while we talked.

'That can't be the way to represent the thing, Jane; it puzzles the
child. No, Willie; grannie's body goes to the grave, but grannie
herself is gone to heaven. What people call her soul is just grannie
herself.'

'Why don't they say so, then?'

My uncle fell a-thinking again. He did not, however, answer this last
question, for I suspect he found that it would not be good for me to