"No, but they would."
"And you won't own me there, will you?" I said, after a moment's silence.
"No, you'll belong to God."
"But don't I belong to God now?"
I heard him turn over. "Yes, but you belong to me, too. And when I get through with you God may have you. Get over in my bed and I'll bet I can throw you out."
"No, Old Miss might hear us. But do you think," I asked after musing for a time, "that we'll know each other up there and talk about the time when we were down here?"
"Yes; why not?"
"But you'd tell me that I used to belong to you and God wouldn't like that."
"Well, then, we won't say anything about it, but we'll think about it all the same."
"Yes, we'd keep it to ourselves. But if a nigger angel beats a white angel flying, there'll be trouble, won't there?"