"And aren't, you easy about me?"
"No," said the mother sadly.
"Would you be easy if I was a Christian?"
Mrs. Carpenter nodded. There was a pause.
"I would like to be a Christian, mother, if it would make you feel easy; but—somehow—I don't want to."
"I know that."
"How do you know that?"
"Because you hold off. If you were once willing, the thing would be done."
There was silence again; till Rotha suddenly broke it by asking,
"Mother, can I help my will?"