s; don't you, g'amma?"--climbing into
her grandma's lap.

"Yes, dear; grandma enjoys making her little girl happy," Mrs. Travilla
replied, fondly caressing the little prattler. "What story shall it be
this time?"

"'Bout Adam and Eve eatin' dat apple."

Grandma kindly complied, telling the old story of the fall in simple
language suited to the infant comprehension of the baby girl, who
listened with as deep an interest as though it were a new tale to her,
instead of an oft repeated one.

On its conclusion she sat for a moment as if in profound thought, then
looking up into her grandmother's face,

"Where is dey now?" she asked.

"In heaven, I trust."

"Elsie's goin' to ask dem 'bout dat when Elsie gets to heaven."

"About what, darling?"

"'Bout eatin' dat apple; what dey do it for."

"It was very wicked for them to take it, because God had forbidden them
to do so."

"Yes, g'amma; Elsie wouldn't take apple if papa say no."

"No, I hope not; it is very naughty for children to disobey their papa
or mamma. And we must all obey God our heavenly Father."

"G'amma, p'ease tell Elsie 'bout heaven."

"Yes, darling, I will. It is a beautiful place; with streets of gold, a
beautiful river, and trees with delicious fruits; it is never dark, for
there is no night there; because Jesus our dear Saviour is there and is
the light thereof, so that they do not need the sun or moon.

"Nobody is ever sick, or sorry, hungry, or in pain. Nobody is ever
naughty; they all love God and one another. There is very sweet music
there. They wear white robes and have crowns of gold on their heads and
golden harps in their hands."

"To make sweet music?"

"Yes."

"Dey wear white dess?" "Yes."

"Do dey button up behind like Elsie's dress?"

Violet laughed at that question. "She is very desirous to have her
dresses fasten in front like mamma's," she explained in reply to her
mother's look of surprised inquiry.

"Do dey, g'amma? do dey button up in de back?"

"I don't know how they are made, dearie," her grandma answered. "I
never was there to see them."

"Elsie's never dere."

"No, people don't go there till they die."

"Elsie's never dere 'cept when Elsie's gettin' made. Wasn't Elsie dere
den? didn't Dod make Elsie up in heaven?"

"No, darling, you were never there, but if you love Jesus he will take
you there some day."

"Mamma, how nicely you answer or parry her questions," said Violet. "As
her father says, she c