“You’re a Roman Catholic, aren’t you?”
“No, I was not allowed to be one.”
“Well, what are you then?”
Freda looked puzzled, and rather grieved.
“I don’t know, I’m sure.”
“If you’re religious, you must belong to some religion, you know.”
“Well, I’m a Christian. Isn’t that enough religion?”
“I’ve never met any sort of Christian who would admit that it was.”
Freda sighed.
“I am afraid mine is a religion all to myself then. But somehow,” and she lowered her voice reverently, “I don’t believe it makes any difference to God.”