No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?"<br /><br />"They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.<br /><br />"And what is hell? Can you tell me that?"<br /><br />"A pit full of fire."<br /><br />"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"<br /><br />"No, sir."<br /><br />"What must you do to avoid it?"<br /><br />I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: "I must keep in good health and not die.