“No, I suppose not,” replied the weary woman. “Do you?” she asked abruptly.
“Yes, it is God.”
“Oh, don’t mention that name, nor quote Scripture to me!” cried the woman, throwing up her hands in exasperation. “I’ve had that stuff preached at me until it turned my stomach! I hope you are not an emotional, weepy religionist. Let’s not talk about that subject. I’m heartily sick of it!”
“All right,” replied Carmen cheerily. “Padre Josè used to say––”
“Who’s he?” demanded Miss Wall, somewhat curtly.
“Oh, he is a priest––”
“A priest! Dear me! do you constantly associate with priests, and talk religion?”
The young girl laughed. “Well,” she responded, “I’ve had a good deal to do with both.”
“And are you any better for it?”