A little girl was walking in the
cemetery with her aunt. She was examining the various gravestone
markers when suddenly she cried out, "Oh, auntie, look here! Here
is the grave of some poor person who has not gone to
heaven."
"Not
gone to heaven?" questioned the astonished aunt, looking at the
elaborate monument with weeping angels sculptured in marble. "Why,
what do you mean?"
"Well,
auntie," said the child, "the lady or gentleman in the grave
cannot have gone to heaven, or the angels would not be
crying!"
