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CHAPTER IV.
Posy and Tom were seated on the kitchen door-step, and the two house-kittens lay in Posy's lap. Posy was in a very thoughtful mood, and sat watching the kittens in silence.
"I've been wondering, Tom," she said at last, "where God keeps his babies that haven't got any wings."
"Why, babies don't ever have wings, Posy," said Tom.
"Yes, they do, the angel babies. I mean the ones he brings down here to people."
"Oh!" said Tom, "I suppose he has some nice place to keep 'em in."
"I should think," said Posy thoughtfully,
