“What an idea! I should think you would be educated to consider the strictly useful.”
“But all things that God has made have their uses.”
“You keep to the text—that God does it all. It is a woman’s province to believe, I fancy.”
There was a little sneer in that.
“Does unbelief render men so much happier that they love to cling to it?” I asked.
“Oh, they are dipping into science and philosophy, and see so much more of the world,” he replied, loftily.
I turned to the window—and was silent.
“There!” he exclaimed, “I have vexed you.”
“No.” I returned, “I am not vexed. I only wish I knew the right words to say to you; mamma might.”
“You are all very kind. I wonder that you were so good, when the beginning was so unpromising. You must have thought us a couple of brutes.”