L. That is to say, I know that people are called saints who are supposed to be better than others: but I don't know how much better they must be, in order to be saints; nor how nearly anybody may be a saint, and yet not be quite one; nor whether everybody who is called a saint was one; nor whether everybody who isn't called a saint, isn't one.
(General silence; the audience feeling themselves on the verge of the Infinities—and a little shocked—and much puzzled by so many questions at once.)
L. Besides, did you never hear that verse about being 'called to be saints'?
May (repeats Rom. i. 7.)
L. Quite right, May. Well, then, who are called to be that? People in Rome only?
May. Everybody, I suppose, whom God loves.
L. What! little girls as well as other people?
May. All grown-up people, I mean.
L. Why not little girls? Are they wickeder when they are little?