What do you think heaven must be like, Nora ?" "Daisy, you're so funny.

What makes you think about heaven ?" "Why, you know," said Daisy slowly, "I expect to go there.

Why shouldn't I think about it ?" "But you won't go there till you die," said Nora.
"I don't see what that has to do with my thinking about it.

I shall die, some time." "Yes, but Daisy, don't be so queer.

You are not going to die now." "I don't know about that," said Daisy; "but I like to think of heaven.
Jesus is there.