"I don't think they will. Some of them are bigger than you; have given up crying."
"Oh, big little girls cry! But they don't make a noise, and they don't like you to see. I've seen mamma cry!"
Prince Charlie was silent; he too had seen the mother's tears. The child prattled on:
"We shall have to go all the way to Heaven when we are married, shan't we?"
He wondered what childish idea could prompt such a question; asked:
"What makes you think that, darling?"
"When we went to church last Sunday—no, it was the Sunday before; the man in the white dress said so."
"Did he?"
"Yes; he did really. I heard him quite plainly. He said 'marriages are made in heaven.' Is heaven very, very beautiful, Prince Charlie?"
"Much more beautiful than we can even think it is, darling."