"And my little bird?"
"No; not Louise."
"Oh, don't say that; she can fly up to heaven better than we can."
"She can not fly as high as heaven."
"Then there are no animals and no birds there? Well, then, I'd rather stop down here with papa and my little Louise."
"Yes, stay, my sweetheart!"
"If papa were here he would kill the wicked man?"
"The bad man would run away from him."
"But when is father coming back?"
"This winter."