“As bad as what, Dawtie?”
“I don't always know what I'm going to say,” answered Dawtie, a little embarrassed, “and then when I've said it I have to look what it means. But isn't it as bad not to love a human being as it would be to love a thing?”
“Perhaps worse,” said Andrew.
“Something must be done!” she went on. “He can't be left like that! But if he has any love to his Master, how is it that the love of that Master does not cast out the love of Mammon? I can't understand it.”
“You have asked a hard question, Dawtie. But a cure may be going on, and take a thousand years or ages to work it out.”
“What if it shouldn't be begun yet.”
“That would be terrible.”
“What then am I to do, Andrew? You always say we must do something! You say there is no faith but what does something!”
“The apostle James said so, a few years before I was born, Dawtie!”
“Don't make fun of me—please, Andrew! I like it, but I can't bear it to-day, my head is so full of the poor old laird!”