Although Grandfather had convinced Arthur that it was too soon to choose a puppy to train, Arthur was still thinking about puppies when the children went to Grandfather's Study for the "good-night hour." As he looked toward the picture of the lovely young mother and the little angel, you would have expected him to ask a question about human babies. Instead, he asked, "Are there puppy angels?"

"I never saw on." Grandfather was amused, but answered most seriously.

"Don't the puppy-angels whisper in the mother dog's ear that it would like to be her puppy?" Arthur asked his second question. He had given the subject some thought, it was evident.

When grandfather smiled instead of replying, Arthur got a better idea. "I know, puppies bark in the mother dog's ear."

"Now, that is entirely possible." Grandfather solemnly agreed that it could be true. "But the puppies are not in the same quiet, peaceful place that the angel-souls are which enter human babies. Puppies have a spirit-world all their own."

"We learned in our church School back in Phoenix that angel-souls are in heaven. Do you mean angel-souls are in heaven and puppies, before they are born, are someplace else?" Ardath thoughtfully tried to understand what Grandfather was trying to explain.

"Ardath, that is about as near as anyone could be, to truth." Grandfather was pleased. "You have a fine understanding for a little girl of five year."

"I'm going to be six, the twenty-seventh day of June." Ardath reminded Grandfather.

"So you are, young lady. That is less than a week away, so I should have said, ‘a good understanding for a young lady of sex years.' It is, indeed, a good understanding for any six year old."

"You will be back in Phoenix by the twenty-seventh of June." grandfather considered. "How do you plan to spend your sixth anniversary?" he asked.

"Maybe Mother will have a party for me." Ardath liked the prospect of a party.

"You ought to have a party for Mother." Grandfather suggested.

"Why should I have a party for Mother when it is my birthday?" Ardath asked, puzzled at Grandfather's suggestion.

"You see, when you were an angel-soul like the one in the picture", Grandfather looked toward the picture of the lovely mother and the little angel, "You asked Mother if you could come to live with her. She agreed that she would help create and grow a baby body, insider of her own body, for you. She promised to give you the very of care she knew how to give. That meant giving you everything you needed for growth and development, proper food, clothing and a comfortable home. Most important of all, she agreed to give you devoted affection and love."

Ardath was quiet for a long moment. She was thinking about how much Mother had done for her. "You are right, Grandfather. Mother did me a lot of favors. She grew a body for me and took care of me when I couldn't walk."

"She fed you with the milk she produced in her own body." Grandfather reminded Ardath that her mother had nursed her and not fed her from a bottle.

"You think about that, a lot more, my dear." Grandfather kissed Ardath on the top of her head.

"Should I think about it, too?" Arthur asked. He had been listening when Grandfather was talking so seriously to Ardath.

"It is for you to think about, too." Grandfather assured Arthur. "Do you know," Grandfather asked the children, "that we always have so much to talk about each evening, we don't get any stories told? I had a story for you, tonight, but it will wait until tomorrow night."

Grandfather stood up and tousled Arthur's hair. "We don't want anyone to fall asleep on a hassock, so maybe we better go to bed."

If Arthur had felt sleepy, suddenly the feeling was gone. He remembered, "Oh, I almost forgot. This is my night to sleep in the big bed."

Arthur was upstairs, undressed and in bed before Ardath had her pajamas on. "This is a bi-ig-g bed." Arthur said as he nestled under the covers. He looked over the edge. "I wouldn't want to fall out of it. It is high, too."

"Better move into the middle of the bed", Grandfather noted that Arthur did not feel altogether safe.

"He would hurt himself, if he fell out of bed, wouldn't he, Grandfather?" Ardath felt something of Arthur's discomfort.

"Now let us think about ‘the good, the true and the beautiful'." Grandfather began, "Roses in June, sweetly in bloom are like the heart filled with love."

Prayers were said, then Grandfather said more beautiful words. "Bright is the day and peaceful the night for the children who trust and abide in the law of love."
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