"I don't know," she said, coldly; "very often I don't care."
Janey dropped her brush and forgot to pick it up.
"Why, bless thee!" she exclaimed with some sharpness, and also with the manner of one presenting the only practical solution of a difficulty, "tha'lt go to hell, i' tha does na repent!"
The girl turned her eyes upon her.
"Does it all depend on that?" she demanded.
"Aye, to be sure," she replied, testily. "Does na tha know that?"
"Then," said Christian, slowly, "I shall not go to hell for I am repenting."
And she turned about and walked away.