“I hope no little boys ever go there,” said Mrs. Burton. “But Abraham said: ‘Not so, my friend. You had your good things while you were alive; now you must get along without anything. But poor Lazarus must be made happy, for he had very bad times when he was alive!’”
“HOW DO THEY GET THINGS TO EAT FOR THE ANGELS?”
“Is that the way it is?” Budge asked. “Then I guess Abraham will have to do lots for me when I die, for I have a good many bad times nowadays. Then what did the bothered old rich man do about it?”
“He told Abraham that he had some brothers that were alive yet, and he wished that an angel might be sent to tell them to be good, so as never to have to come to that dreadful place. But Abraham told him it wouldn’t be of any use to send an angel. They had good books and preachers that would tell them what to do.”
“An’ did he have to go on bein’ thirsty forever?” asked Budge.
“I suppose so,” said Mrs. Burton, with a shudder, and realizing why it was that the doctrine of eternal torment was not more industriously preached from the pulpit.
“G’won!” remarked Toddie.
“That is all there is of it,” said Mrs. Burton.
“Why you didn’t tell us a fing about the doctor-dogs,” complained Toddie.