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G. That man will go to heaven because you once thought you cared
for him. 'Wonder if you'll ever drag me up there?

Mrs. G. (Firmly. ) 'Sha'n't go if you don't.

Capt. G. Thanks. I say, Pussy, I don't know much about your religious
beliefs. You were brought up to believe in a heaven and all that,
weren't you?

Mrs. G. Yes.
But it was a pincushion heaven, with hymn-books in all the
pews.

Capt. G. (Wagging his head with intense conviction. ) Never mind. There
is a pukka heaven.

Mrs. G. Where do you bring that message from, my prophet?

Capt. G. Here! Because we care for each other. So it's all right.

Mrs. G.