"I b'lieve I couldn't. They might think I was a boy if I digged clams. But, Frankie, if I went to heaven wifout you, would you cry?"
"No," answered Frankie, indignantly, "men don't cry about things like that. Maybe I wouldn't laugh much that day, but I would not cry."
Daisy was silent for a moment, then suddenly put one of those startling questions for which she was famous.
"Frankie, if I went in to bafe, and Jonah's whale came and swallowed me up, how could God get my soul out of him?"
Frankie considered for a little; then not seeing his way clear to a satisfactory answer, and unwilling to confess ignorance on any point, he said gravely and reprovingly,—
"That's not a proper question for you to ask, Daisy."
Daisy looked abashed, and said,—
"I didn't mean to ask improper kestions."
"No, I don't s'pose you did, so I thought I'd better tell you," said Frankie. "We'll talk about something else."