Harry. "I firmly believe that the Lord will punish every man or woman
who ill-treats a dumb creature just as surely as he will punish those
who ill-treat their fellow-creatures. If a man's life has been a long
series of cruelty to dumb animals, do you suppose that he would enjoy
himself in heaven, which will be full of kindness to every one? Not he;
he'd rather be in the other place, and there he'll go, I fully believe."
"When you've quite disposed of all your fellow-creatures and the dumb
creation, Harry, perhaps you will condescend to go out into the orchard
and see how your father is getting on with picking the apples," said
Mrs. Wood, joining Miss Laura and the two young men, her eyes twinkling
and sparkling with amusement.
"The apples will keep, mother," said Mr. Harry, putting his arm around
her. "I just came in for a moment to get Laura. Come, Maxwell, we'll all
go."
"And not another word about animals," Mrs. Wood called after them.
"Laura will go crazy some day, through thinking of their sufferings, if
some one doesn't do something to stop her."
Miss Laura turned around suddenly. "Dear Aunt Hattie," she said, "you
must not say that.
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