Something like jujube paste?

I laid down the question-book, and asked what kind of place she supposed that heaven was going to be. O she said, with a dreary sigh, I never think about it when I can help it. I suppose we shall all just stand there! And you? I asked of the next, a bright girl with snapping eyes. Do you want me to talk good, or tell the truth? she answered me. Having been given to understand that she was not expected to talk good in my class, she said, with an approving, decided nod—Well, then! I don't think it's going to be anything nice anyway. No, I don't! I told my last teacher so, and she looked just as shocked, and said I never should go there as long as I felt so. That made me mad, and I told her I didn't see but I should be as well off in one place as another, except for the fire. A silent girl in the corner began at this point to look interested. I always supposed said she, that you just floated round in heaven—you know—all—you know—all together—something like jujube paste!