"Perhaps, if you're good, you will go some time."
"Can't any but good folks go?"
"No."
"Then I can't ever go," said Gerty, mournfully.
"Why not?" asked Willie; "an't you good."
"Oh no! I'm very bad."
"What a queer child!" said Willie. "What makes you think yourself so very bad?"
"Oh, I am," said Gerty, in a very sad tone; "I'm the worst of all. I'm the worst child in the world."
"Who told you so?"
"Everybody. Nan Grant says so, and she says everybody thinks so; I know it too, myself."