Tom's eyes looked wistful, but his lips smiled.
"That there Door you talk of so much is locked agen me!"
"Oh no, I'm sure it isn't! It's wide open and you'll never want to drink beer, if you're through," said Harebell.
"Now don't you want to be bad at times?" said Tom.
The colour rose in Harebell's cheeks.
"Yes, and I am bad, too. It's dreadful of me, but I'm usually sorry after, and you know God does forgive people."
"If I went right into heaven to-day," said Tom solemnly, "I should want my beer."
"You're disgustin'!" said Harebell, with emphatic scorn.
Tom looked ashamed of himself.
Their talk was over, for the Rector came in; he had a word or two with Tom, and then brought Harebell away. She was very downhearted.