"And is it of no use to strive to please him?"
"Of no manner of use, if you make that your trust."
"Well, I don't see what one is to trust to," said Miss Sophia, "if it isn't a good life."
"I will answer you," said Alice, with a smile in which there was no sorrow, "in some words that I love very much, of an old Scotchman, I think; 'I have taken all my good deeds and all my bad, and have cast them together in a heap before the Lord; and from them all I have fled to Jesus Christ, and in him alone I have sweet peace.' "
Sophia was silenced for a minute by her look.
"Well," said she, "I don't understand it; that is what George is always talking about; but I can't understand him."
"I am very sorry you cannot," said Alice, gravely.
They were both silent for a little while.
"If all Christians were like you," said Miss Sophia, "I might think more about it; but they are such a dull set; there seems to be no life nor pleasure among them."
Alice thought of these lines,