“It doesn't matter what you were going to say. You couldn't have brought that sentence into an orthodox conclusion. Oh, please don't look so angry, now. Yes, I quite see what you mean. You can think of Katie just as she is now in heaven without being shocked.”
Mary paused for a moment before she answered, as if taken by surprise at this way of putting her meaning, and then said seriously—
“Indeed, I can. I think we should all be perfectly happy if we were all as good as she is.”
“But she is not very happy herself, I am afraid.”
“Of course not. How can she be, when all the people about her are so troublesome and selfish?”
“I can't fancy an angel the least bit like Uncle Robert, can you?”
“I won't talk about angels any more. You have made me feel quite as if I had been saying something wicked.”
“Now really it is too hard that you should lay all the blame on me, when you began the subject yourself. You ought at least to let me say what I have to say about angels.”
“Why, you said you knew nothing about them half a minute ago.”
“But I may have my notions, like other people. You have your notions. Katie is your angel.”