Grandma kindly complied, telling the old story of the fall in simple language suited to the infant comprehension of the baby girl, who listened with as deep an interest as though it were a new tale to her, instead of an oft repeated one.
On its conclusion she sat for a moment as if in profound thought, then looking up into her grandmother's face,
"Where is dey now?" she asked.
"In heaven, I trust."
"Elsie's goin' to ask dem 'bout dat when Elsie gets to heaven."
"About what, darling?"
"'Bout eatin' dat apple; what dey do it for."
"It was very wicked for them to take it, because God had forbidden them to do so."
"Yes, g'amma; Elsie wouldn't take apple if papa say no."
"No, I hope not; it is very naughty for children to disobey their papa or mamma. And we must all obey God our heavenly Father."