“Don't, Compton, don't: there, you have made me cry.”
He set himself to console her.
She consented to be consoled.
But she said, with a sigh, “What becomes of old people being better than young ones, now? Are you and I bears and lions? Do we scratch out each other's eyes? It is all puzzle, puzzle, puzzle. I wish I was dead! Nurse says, when I'm dead I shall understand it all. But I don't know; I saw a dead cat once, and she didn't seem to know as much as before; puzzle, puzzle. Compton, do you think they are puzzled in heaven?”
“No.”
“Then the sooner we both go there, the better.”
“Yes, but not just now.”
“Why not?”
“Because of the cowslips.”
“Here's a boy! What, would you rather be among the cowslips than the angels? and think of the diamonds and pearls that heaven is paved with.”