"Why?"
"Because there couldn't be, he used to say."
"Don't you believe in Heaven?" demanded Billy.
"Sure," said the Watermelon.
"What do you think it's like?" asked Billy.
"A watermelon patch," said the Watermelon promptly. "Just when all the fruit is ripe. Don't you think so?"
"I think it's an ice-cream counter," said Billy.
"Naw. At an ice-cream counter you would have to have money."
"Not in Heaven, you wouldn't," said Billy. "It would all be free and you could have as much as you wanted."
"Who would wait on you? Any one could pick a watermelon, but everybody can't mix an ice-cream soda."