"What trifles?"
"You know best. What did you mean? It begins about 'this world's vain store;' ha' you done with the world?"
"Not exactly."
"Then I wouldn't say so."
"But I didn't say so," Lois returned, laughing now. "The hymn means, that 'this world's vain store' is not my treasure; and it isn't. 'The time for such trifles with me now is o'er.' I have found something better. As Paul says, 'When I became a man, I put away childish things.' So, since I have learned to know something else, the world's store has lost its great value for me."
"Thank the Lord!" said Mrs. Armadale.
"You needn't say that, neither, grandma," Charity retorted. "I don't believe it one bit, all such talk. It ain't nature, nor reasonable. Folks say that just when somethin's gone the wrong way, and they want to comfort themselves with makin' believe they don't care about it. Wait till the chance comes, and see if they don't care! That's what I say."
"I wish you wouldn't say it, then, Charity," remarked the old grandmother.
"Everybody has a right to his views," returned Miss Charity. "That's what I always say."
"You must leave her her views, grandma," said Lois pleasantly. "She will have to change them, some day."