“What do they wear for clothes?” she asked in her German-English.
“Why, you’ve seen them in pictures,” I answered, “in beautiful, long dresses, and with big, white wings.”
“Feathers?” she asked.
“I suppose so,—and long dresses, all white and beautiful.”
“Are they girlies?”
“Girls? Ye—es.”
“Don’t boys go into the Himmel?”
“Yes, of course, if they’re good.”
“And then what do they wear?”
“Why, the same as all the other angels, I suppose.”