“I’d like it to be just like Rainbow Valley,” said Mary, “with all you kids to gas and play with. THAT’S good enough for me. Anyhow, we can’t go to heaven till we’re dead and maybe not then, so what’s the use of worrying? Here’s Jem with a string of trout and it’s my turn to fry them.”
“We ought to know more about heaven than Walter does when we’re the minister’s family,” said Una, as they walked home that night.
“We KNOW just as much, but Walter can IMAGINE,” said Faith. “Mrs. Elliott says he gets it from his mother.”