"What about Him?"
"Why does God let devils get into the church?"
"What's that to him? God isn't the keeper of the church."
"Doesn't he live there?"
"Who? God? Why should He? His place, Orphan, is everywhere. The churches are for the people."
"And the people, what are they for?"
"The people—it seems they are—in general—for everything. You can't get along without people."
"Are they for God?"
The blacksmith looked askance at his nephew, and answered after a pause:
"Of course." Wiping his hands on his apron and staring at the fire in the furnace, he added, "I don't know about this business, Orphan. Why don't you ask the teacher or the priest?"