Think of the dog kicked to death by his master, the horse driven into his grave, the thousands of cattle starved to death on the plains will they want to meet their owners in heaven ?" "According to my reckoning, their owners won't be there," said Mr.
Harry.

"I firmly believe that the Lord will punish every man or woman who ill-treats a dumb creature just as surely as he will punish those who ill-treat their fellow-creatures.

If a man's life has been a long series of cruelty to dumb animals, do you suppose that he would enjoy himself in heaven, which will be full of kindness to every one?
Not he; he'd rather be in the other place, and there he'll go, I fully believe." "When you've quite disposed of all your fellow-creatures and the dumb creation, Harry, perhaps you will condescend to go out into the orchard and see how your father is getting on with picking the apples," said Mrs.Wood, joining Miss Laura and the two young men, her eyes twinkling and sparkling with amusement.
"The apples will keep, mother," said Mr.Harry, putting his arm around her.

"I just came in for a moment to get Laura.

Come, Maxwell, we'll all go." "And not another word about animals," Mrs.Wood called after them.
"Laura will go crazy some day, through thinking of their sufferings, if some one doesn't do something to stop her." Miss Laura turned around suddenly.