My Sunday-school book says that children who are naughty that way never go to heaven," observed virtuous Betty, in a warning tone.
"I do not wish to go," was the startling reply.
"Why not ?" asked Betty, severely.
"They don't have any dirt there.

My mamma says so.

I am fond of dirt.

I shall stay here where there is plenty of it," and the candid youth began to grub in the mould with the satisfaction of a genuine boy.
"I am afraid you're a very bad child." "Oh yes, I am.

My papa often says so and he knows all about it," replied Alfred with an involuntary wriggle suggestive of painful memories.