"Yes."
"Then your boys must 'a' had one, too, eh?"
"Yes."
"Is—is she in Heaven, too?"
"Yes, she is." John McIntyre spoke with a defiant firmness that startled the boy.
"You're dead sure about that, ain't you?" he inquired, half admiringly.
"Yes. If there's a heaven, she's there, even if no one else is."
"But ain't there one?" cried Tim eagerly. It would be rather nice to shock Miss Scott on Sunday with the news that there was no such place, backed up by an authority like John McIntyre.
"Yes, there is." The answer was long in coming, but when it did come it sounded final.
Tim was slightly disappointed. "Well," he argued at last, "I guess there oughter be, anyhow, for good people like Mammy and Daddy Sawyer and Dr. Allen and Mr. Scott—eh?"