“Oh, you’ll come out all right, Cassie.”
“Mebbe so. I know you want to encourage me, Frank; but I’ve got the Old Scratch to fight. If I was religious, there might be a chance for me; I could pray then, and somehow it does seem that the prayers of real good folks are answered.”
This was a remarkable thing for the girl to say, and Frank wondered at it not a little. It was unlike Cassie, but he said:
“It won’t do any harm to pray, even if you are not religious, Cassie.”
“Oh, what’s the use! God wouldn’t hear prayers from such as me.”
“You do not know that,” came soberly and impressively from Frank Merriwell’s lips. “You know it is said He notes even the sparrow’s fall.”
“But it would seem foolish for an actress to get down on her knees and pray.”
“Why not an actress, as well as anybody else?”
“Oh, but you know how religious people regard us. They don’t reckon we have any show of heaven.”
“Narrow-minded persons may think so, but there is no reason why an actor or actress should not be a good Christian and stand as good chance of reaching heaven as a doctor, a merchant, or a person in any other profession or business.”