"I know it!"—said Faith, with a tiny bit of joy-speaking smile.
Again that intent look.
"Well he don't," she said with a motion towards the doctor. "Which of ye am I to believe?"
"Don't believe either of us!" said Faith quickly, her look rather brightening than otherwise, though the play of her lips took a complicate character.—"Believe God! Don't you know his words?"
"I s'pose I do—some of 'em. I can't believe anything with him down there lookin' at me!" she said impetuously. "He said he didn't believe—and I keep thinkin' of that."
"Will you believe him, rather than God?—rather than the Lord Jesus, who came and gave his very life for us, to bring us to heaven. Do you think he would tell us anything but truth after that? His words are, 'He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live.'"
"Well I'm most dead—" said the woman in a sort of cold, hopeless tone.
"Let Jesus make you live!" said Faith, in a voice as warm and loving.
"The doctor said he couldn't," she answered in the same tone as before. "He believes that, anyhow."
Faith answered,