"Then you're not good, Marion," said the free-thinker of the group.
"No: that's just it. But I hope to be good some day, and then I shall see him."
"How do you grow good, Marion?" asked the girl.
"God is always trying to make me good," she answered; "and I try not to interfere with him."
"But sometimes you forget, don't you?"
"Yes, I do."
"And what do you do then?"
"Then I'm sorry and unhappy, and begin to try again."
"And God don't mind much, does he?"
"He minds very much until I mind; but after that he forgets it all,—takes all my naughtiness and throws it behind his back, and won't look at it."