I wish I had the angels and the harps to help me tell you about it.

Fritz there came in with us, and called it a bedroom.

I knew better than that; I called it Heaven.

You see, I thought of the prison and the darkness and the cold and the chains and the straw--and I named it Heaven.

You two may say what you please; Mistress said I was right." He closed his eyes with a luxurious sense of self-esteem, and appeared to absorb himself in his own thoughts.