TEDDY.
Do you believe it? Say, if that's true, how did his soul get out?
ELSIE.
I've thought of that. This is what I believe: When people die, God kisses them, and their soul comes right out of their lips to God's.
TEDDY.
I'll never play be dead with you, anymore.
ELSIE.
No, I don't want to, either.
TEDDY.
God might think I really was dead, and I might lose my soul.