“Ay, verily, so young? all the better; we will read good books together, and I shall show thee the way to heaven. Heaven is a beautiful place, a thousand times fairer and better than earth, and there be little cherubs like thyself, in white, glad to welcome thee and love thee. Wouldst like to go to heaven one day?”
“Ay, along wi'-my-mammy.”
“What, not without her then?”
“Nay. I ont my mammy. Where is my mammy?”
(Oh! what it cost poor Margaret not to burst in and clasp him to her heart!)
“Well, fret not, sweetheart, mayhap she will come when thou art asleep. Wilt thou be good now and sleep?”
“I not eepy. Ikes to talk.”
“Well, talk we then; tell me thy pretty name.”
“Baby.” And he opened his eyes with amazement at this great hulking creature's ignorance.
“Hast none other?”