The Lady. Why—I don’t know—To Heaven, I hope—but you mustn’t—
The Girl. What makes you think you’re goin’ to Heaven?
The Lady. Well—I think so because—well—because I’ve always tried to do right—no, no—I didn’t mean that exactly. Of course I’ve done millions of wrong things—but I mean—Oh Hattie dear, Heaven is such a vague term! All we know is that it is a beautiful place where we’ll be happy, and that we’re going there.
The Girl. How do you know we’re goin’?
The Lady. I don’t know, I believe.
The Girl. But how do you know the wrong things you done won’t keep you out?
The Lady. Now I’m afraid you’re exciting yourself—
The Girl. Oh Lord, cut that out! I’m excited all right, all right! Guess you’d be if you had the thoughts I got goin’ ’round in your head all the time—but there’s no sense talking them out. Nobody can’t do nothin’ for me now!
The Lady. Oh you mustn’t say that!
The Girl. Well, can ye?