“Yes, I think she will,” said Anne.
“Oh, Anne,” protested Diana, with a rather shocked smile.
“Well, why not, Diana?” asked Anne seriously. “Do you think we’ll never
laugh in heaven?”
“Oh—I—I don’t know” floundered Diana. “It doesn’t seem just right,
somehow. You know it’s rather dreadful to laugh in church.”
“But heaven won’t be like church—all the time,” said Anne.
“I hope it ain’t,” said Davy emphatically. “If it is I don’t want to go. Church is
awful dull. Anyway, I don’t mean to go for ever so long. I mean to live to be a
hundred years old, like Mr. Thomas Blewett of White Sands. He says he’s lived
so long ‘cause he always smoked tobacco and it killed all the germs. Can I
smoke tobacco pretty soon, Anne?”
“No, Davy, I hope you’ll never use tobacco,” said Anne absently.
“What’ll you feel like if the germs kill me then?” demanded Davy.