"What are you then by nature?" Ellen went on rather carelessly, for she was growing tired of the lesson.
"I am an enemy to God, a child of Satan, and an heir of hell," answered Bobby promptly.
"What will become of the wicked?" asked the little catechist.
Bobby yawned, and then said contemptuously, "Oh, skip that,—cast into hell, of course."
"You ought to answer right," Ellen said reprovingly, but she was glad to give the last question, "What will the wicked do forever in hell?"
"They will roar, curse, and blaspheme God," said little Jim cheerfully; while Bobby, to show his joy that the lesson was done, leaned over on his flower-pot, and tried to stand on his head, making all the time an unearthly noise.
"I'm roarin'!" he cried gayly.
Ellen, freed from the responsibility of teaching, put the little yellow book quickly in her pocket, and said mysteriously, "Boys, if you won't ever tell, I'll tell you something."
"I won't," said Jim, while Bobby responded briefly, "G'on."
"Well, you know when the circus came,—you know the pictures on the fences?"