"But if she wants to be baptized?" Sylvia persisted.
"Of course I will baptize her."
"You think that I'm too much occupied with her when I have still so much to learn myself?" she challenged.
They were walking down the church toward the door, and Sylvia felt rather like the importunate parishioner whom she had interrupted by her entrance.
"No, no, I think you are quite right. But I fear that you will expect miracles of God's grace all round you," said the priest. "What has happened to you may not happen to her."
"But it must," Sylvia declared. "It shall."
The priest shook his head, and there was a smile at the back of his eyes.
"If you fail?"
"I sha'n't fail."
"Is God already put on one side?"