"Good-evening, my daughter."
"I said good-bye. You don't hold with religion, do you?"
"I does not, so far, my daughter; though I think the young clergywoman speaks very convincingly about it."
"Don't you think that there may be a better world, Mother, for them that tries to do right, though things goes against them here?"
"I think there might very easily be a better world, my dear, but I never was instructed about it."
"You don't believe in prayers, do you, Mother?"
"That I does not, my daughter. Christian said lots of 'em, and you sees what it comes to."
"It's not unlucky to say 'God bless you,' is it, Mother? I wanted you to say it before I go."
"No, my daughter, I doesn't object to that, for I regards it as an old-fashioned compliment, more in the nature of good manners than of holy words."
"God bless you, Mother."