The angel went on hammering into place the huge steel uprights.
"You are very revengeful," I said. "Do you never rest from doing this terrible work?"
"I rested one Christmas Day," the angel said, "and looked and saw little children dying of cancer. I shall go on now until the fires are lit."
"It is very hard to prove," I said, "that the yeast is as bad as you think."
"After all," I said, "they must live."
And the angel made no answer but went on building his hell.
THE TROUBLE IN LEAFY GREEN STREET
She went to the idol-shop in Moleshill Street, where the old man mumbles, and said: "I want a god to worship when it is wet."
The old man reminded her of the heavy penalties that rightly attach to idolatry and, when he had enumerated all, she answered him as was meet: "Give me a god to worship when it is wet."
And he went to the back places of his shop and sought out and brought her a god. The same was carved of grey stone and wore a propitious look and was named, as the old man mumbled, The God of Rainy Cheerfulness.