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“I dunno about souls. I know as one plus one makes three, sometimes,” said Frank. But he had the laugh to himself.

“Bodies and souls, it's the same,” said Tom.

“And what about your missis, who was married afore you knew her?” asked Alfred, set on edge by this discourse.

“That I can't tell you. If I am to become an Angel, it'll be my married soul, and not my single soul.

It'll not be the soul of me when I was a lad: for I hadn't a soul as would make an Angel then.”

“I can always remember,” said Frank's wife, “when our Harold was bad, he did nothink but see an angel at