"Not always! Nannie; when don't you like to hear about it?"
Nannie played with the pebbles a good while. At last she said, "I like to hear some things about it always, but not everything."
"And what do you like to hear about it always?"
"I like to hear about golden streets, and the beautiful water, and the trees, and the harps of the angels, and their golden crowns."
"And what don't you like to hear about?"
The little foot moved backwards and forwards a good while, and when Nannie did speak, she spoke almost as if she were afraid to do so.
"I don't like to hear about its always being Sunday there."
"Why, Nannie, don't you like Sunday here?"
"Why, yes, always once a week; but that's not like always. I don't think I should like to go to church every day, and learn the Catechism, and have a cold dinner, and not play at all."
"Maybe I can help you a little, Nannie. Do you ever get tired of loving father?"