Ailie looked wonderingly at Job, and then recurred to his former remark—
"He ain't everywhere. He ain't here."
"He's in this room this very minute," said Job solemnly.
"He ain't though," said Ailie, half frightened.
"He's here all the time," repeated Job. "He's a-listenin' to every word we speak, an' more than that, He knows every bit of what old Job an' little Ailie are thinking."
"I wasn't thinkin' any harm," said Ailie. "Will He be angry?"
"Such a deal to tell her," murmured Job. "Dear, dear, how will I ever make her understand? Sure, deary, God is only angry with sin, and with nothing else at all."
"What's that?" inquired Ailie.
"Just whatever's wrong," said Job. "Tellin' lies, an' stealin', and quarrellin', and not lovin' Him, and all such things."
"I wasn't thinkin' any harm," repeated Ailie. "I only wanted to know what He was like. Will He be angry with that, gran'father?"