“But the butler must say ‘Mister Maitland,’ mustn’t he?”
“What butler?”
“God’s butler,” said Shan’t, solemnly, rather overcome at the thought of a personage so grand—so awe-inspiring.
“I don’t suppose God has a butler, Shan’t.”
“Don’t you? Who are the Pillars of God’s house, then? Nannie reads about them—”
“Oh, I see.”
“There m-ust be, mustn’t there—because of Pillar?”
“Of course there must be.”
“Will you give Pillar up to God for his house—if God wanted him?”
“I suppose I should have to.”