More baby talk about the hereafter, occasioned by the "June baby"'s insistence that she doesn't want to go to paradies because there's nothing there for her to play with, which prompts this response by her sisters and her mother:
"'Why, she can play at ball there with all the Sternleins if she likes!'
The idea of the June baby striding across the firmament and hurling the stars about as carelessly as though they wre tennis-balls was so magnificent that it sent shivers of awe through me as I read."
The stars' tennis balls, out of the mouths of babes -- what say you now, Messrs. Shakespeare and Frey?