'Has he ever stuck his face right down and had a good close look at one?
Has God ever watched a rat stand up and brush his whiskers with both paws?
Has he ever really laughed at rats?
And that's another thing, Aunt Deborah--does God ever laugh at all?
Does he know how to take a joke?
If he don't, we might as well quit right now!'" Roger laughed with relish, and his daughter smiled at him: "Then the talk turned from rats and God to a big dam out in the Rockies.
George has been reading about it, he's thinking of being an engineer.

And there was so much he wanted to know that he was soon upon the verge of discovering my ignorance--when all of a sudden a dreamy look, oh, a very dreamy look, came into his eyes--and he asked me this." And over her bright expressive face came a scowl of boyish intensity: "Suppose I _was_ an engineer--and I was working on a dam, or may be a bridge, in the Rockies.
And say it was pretty far down south--say around the Grand Canyon.

I should think they'd need a dam down there, or anyhow a bridge,' said George.

And he eyed me in a cautious way which said as plain as the nose on your face, 'Good Lord, she's only a woman, and she won't understand.' But I showed him I was serious, and he asked me huskily, 'Suppose it was winter, Aunt Deborah, and the Giants were in Texas.

Do you think I could get a few days off ?' And then before he could tell me the Giants were a baseball nine, I said I was sure he could manage it.