“Perhaps I don’t want one. Why—if one hasn’t one——?”
“Ah, there!” And my cousin shrugged his shoulders. “But really you know— It’s just the generality of it that makes it hard to define.”
“Everybody has a soul?”
“Every one.”
“Except me?”
“I’m not certain of that.”
“Mrs. Bunting?”
“Certainly.”
“And Mr. Bunting?”
“Every one.”