just pretend the honey along with the wings. This bacon makes me think maybe we are in Heaven really. Are you quite sure we aren't, Aunt Testy? This bed might be downy clouds."
She bounced up and down gently in the great four-poster. In doing so, her slim little feet came to her notice.
"I see I have lost my shoes on the way to Heaven, but I have the same hole in the toe of my stocking that I started with. I'd hate to think I had to take the holes to Heaven. They are kind of like bad habits and should be left behind. What do you think about that, Aunt Testy?" and Rebecca carefully picked up every crumb of the good bread.
"Sister Pearly Gates kin answer them there questions better'n what I kin. She am mo' sanctified an' kin profoun' the scriptures mo' clarer than mos' preachers. You had better arsk her."
"Then you can tell me where she lives. I am going to see her before I go back to New York. I think it is a kind of pity to come so far and not see the wonders of the neighborhood, don't you Aunt Testy?"
"Sho', chil', but you ain't a gonter go off! We all wants you right here at Mill House."
"Maybe you do, Aunt New Testament, but
