“Because I believe it is the best religion to get to heaven by.”
“I am much of your opinion,” said I. “Are there many Church people about here?”
“Not many,” said he, “but more than when I was young.”
“How old are you?”
“Sixty-nine.”
“You are not very old,” said I.
“An’t I? I only want one year of fulfilling my proper time on earth.”
“You take things very easily,” said I.
“Not so very easily, sir; I have often my quakings and fears, but then I read my Bible, say my prayers, and find hope and comfort.”
“I really am very glad to have seen you,” said I; “and now can you tell me the way to the bridge?”