“Have those silly stones hurt you?”
“No, but my little sister’s lying down and she’s not moving any more.”
“Don’t disturb her, little brother. Your sister’s asleep!”
“Yes, but she was crying just now...!”
“Don’t be sorry little brother that she had gone where she need not cry any more....”
“Where has she gone to, then, sister?”
“To heaven, I think.”
“Is heaven so near, then?”
“Oh yes, quite near. I can even see the door from here! And if I’m not wrong, Saint Peter is standing there, in front of it, with a large golden key, waiting until he can let us in....”
“Oh, sister ... sister!! Now the water’s coming up—! Now it’s got hold of my feet! Now it’s lifting me up—!”