"Well, really, I don't know. I don't think I believe any thing at all about it."
"But you must believe in either one or the other—you've got to," said Tozer, positively.
"But I don't, you know; and how can I?"
Tozer threw at her a look of commiseration, and began to think that his companion was not much better than a heathen. In his own home circle he could have put his hand on little girls of ten who were quite at home on all these subjects. He was silent for a time, and then began again.
"I'd like to ask you one thing," said he, "very much."
"What is it?" asked Ethel.
"Do you believe," asked Tozer, solemnly, "that we're living in the Seventh Vial?"
"Vial? Seventh Vial?" said Ethel, in fresh amazement.
"Yes, the Seventh Vial," said Tozer, in a sepulchral voice.
"Living in the Seventh Vial? I really don't know how one can live in a vial."