"Why," said Gerty, holding up the image, "Willie says this little boy's name is Samuel; and that he sits on his knees, and puts his hands on his breast so, and looks up, because he's praying to God, that lives up in the sky. I don't know what he means—way up in the sky—do you?"
True took the image and looked at it attentively; scratched his head, and said—"Well, I s'pose he's about right. This 'ere child is prayin', sartain, though I didn't think on it afore. But I don't jist know what he calls it a Samuel for. We'll ask him sometime."
"Well, what does he pray for, Uncle True?"
"Oh, he prays to make him good: it makes folks good to pray to God."
"Can God make folks good?"
"Yes. God is very great; He can do anything."
"How can He hear?"
"He hears and sees everything in the world."
"And does He live in the sky?"
"Yes," said True—"in heaven."