"You hear what your grandson says, Mrs. Bell. Is his accusation true?"
"It be none of your business, whether or no," returned the woman, with a scowl.
"Ah, but it is my business. God sent me here to convert sinners, and without you listen to the message of mercy he sends to you through me, I fear, at your advanced age, that you will find yourself in a very bad way. How old are you?"
"Eighty-four."
"So old, and no nearer heaven. Why, my poor old friend, you have no reasonable expectation to live one day beyond another."
"I shan't die the sooner for your saying so."
"Nor live one day the longer—both casualties are in the hands of God. Do you ever pray?"
"I never was taught a prayer."
"Shall I pray with you?"
"Just as you please."