Lydia. Anything but angels. [Smiles.] That is quite new, is it not? At least in this little town. Does Joe see himself building houses in Heaven?
Harriet. That is the worst of it. Why, Lydia, even after I told him patiently that there were no such things as architects in Heaven, he still insists that if he dies, he is going to be one.
Lydia [startled]. If he should die?
Harriet [decidedly]. That is simply another foolish fancy. He has been confined so long, that he gets restless and imagines these strange things.
Lydia. Poor Joe.
Harriet. Don't sympathize with him, please. I can't possibly allow him to become an architect.
Lydia. Why not?
Harriet. When the men in our family have been clergymen for four generations?
Lydia. Yes, but they're dead now.
Harriet. All the more reason for continuing the tradition.