"Eh? What? What's that you say?—Jesus Christ worse pleased with me? That's a good one! As if he ever thought about a fellow like me!"
"If he did not, you would not be thinking about him just this minute, I suspect. There's no sense in it, if he does not think about you. He said himself he didn't come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."
"I wish I could repent."
"You can, if you will."
"I can't make myself sorry for what's gone and done with."
"No; it wants him to do that. But you can turn from your old ways, and ask him to take you for a pupil. Aren't you willing to learn, if he be willing to teach you?"
"I don't know. It's all so dull and stupid! I never could bear going to church."
"It's not one bit like that! It's like going to your mother, and saying you're going to try to be a good boy, and not vex her any more."
"I see. It's all right, I dare say! But I've had as much of it as I can stand! You see, I'm not used to such things. You go away, and send Mewks. Don't be far off, though, and mind you don't go home without letting me know. There! Go along."
She had just reached the door, when he called her again.