"No, no, dear, but now go to sleep."
"Yes, papa, I am going to sleep."
Once more she was silent for a moment and then said—
"Is mamma in bed, papa?"
"No, dear."
"Why not?"
"Because she is making little shoes for you."
"Shall I wear shoes in heaven also, like great grandfather?"
"Hush! Go to sleep."
"Tell me a story, papa."