“Well, so He does,” said Miss Sally.
“Pagan or not,” said Metzerott, “I don’t want my boy to be a Christian.”
“I think you are wrong,” said the doctor thoughtfully; “not that I believe in Christianity any more than you, begging pardon of our friends here.”
“Christianity!” said Sally; “well, I ain’t sure I believe in that myself; but I do believe in Christ.”
“I congratulate you,” said the doctor. “It’s an innocent superstition, Metzerott; and, in a world of misery like this, why not let a child believe it, if it add to his happiness?”
“Because it ain’t true,” said the shoemaker sturdily.
“My good friend,” said Dr. Richards, “what is truth? Things are true relatively, never absolutely. I defy you to mention a single absolute truth.”
“The sun shines,” said Metzerott, whose Teutonic mind caught fire at the barest hint of metaphysics.
“How do you know it does?”
“Because I see it.”