Helen had thought it would be so, and waited until then to go and see her.

But first she went into her kitchen, and she and Alfaretta packed a little basket with cold meat, and sweet, snowy bread, and some jam, for the children.
"They do say," Alfaretta said, as she tucked the corners of the napkin under the wicker cover,--"they do say Tom Davis went straight to the bad place, last night.

He wasn't never converted, you know; but somehow, seein' as he really thought he was going to save that Charley, seein' as he died for him, as you might say, it don't seem like as if it was just"-- Alfaretta lowered her voice a little--"as if it was just--fair.

Do you think he went there, Mrs.Ward ?" "I know he did not," Helen answered promptly.

"I don't think about hell quite as you do, Alfaretta.