Then came a pause.
"You think God hears prayer—do you?"
"I do."
"Then I wish you would ask him to let me off—I mean, to let me die right out when I do die. What's the good of making a body miserable?"
"That, I am sure it would be of no use to pray for. He certainly will not throw away a thing he has made, because that thing may be foolish enough to prefer the dust-hole to a cabinet."
"Wouldn't you do it now, if I asked you?"
"I would not. I would leave you in God's hands rather than inside the gate of heaven."
"I don't understand you. And you wouldn't say so if you cared for me! Only, why should you care for me?"
"I would give my life for you."
"Come, now! I don't believe that."