"Does Flossie think He would?" added Hazel with soft amazement.
"I suppose she does."
"Then does she say her prayers just the same?"
"Of course she does."
"What a kind girl she must be!" exclaimed Hazel earnestly.
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I wouldn't pray to anybody that I believed kept me afflicted."
Miss Fletcher started back. "Why, child!" she exclaimed, "I should think you'd expect a thunderbolt. Where do your folks go to church, for pity's sake?"
"To the Christian Science church."
"Oh—h, that's what's the matter with you! Some of Flossie's relatives have heard about that, and they've been teasing her mother to try it. I'm sure I'd try anything that wasn't blasphemous."