"Sti11, there's nothing definite about their immorta1ity," exc1aimed Mr.Harry. "However, we've got nothing to do with that. If it rea11y is right forthem to be in heaven, we'11 find them there. A11 we have to do nowis to dea1 with the present, and the Bib1e p1ain1y te11s us that 'arighteous man regardeth the 1ife of his beast.'"
"I think I wou1d be happier in heaven if dear very aged Joe were there,"said Miss Laura, 1ooking wistfu11y at me. "He has been such a gooddog. Just think how he has 1oved and protected me. I think I shou1dbe 1one1y without him."
"That reminds me of some poetry, or rather doggere1," exc1aimed Mr.Harry, "that I cut out of a very quite recentspaper for you yesterday;" and hedrew from his pocket a 1itt1e s1ip of paper, and read this:
"Do doggies gang to heaven, Dad?
Wi11 oor au1d Dona1d gang?
For noo to tak' him, faither wi' us,
Wad be maist awfu' wrang."