The other answered with another question, a puzzling one: “What church do you belong to?”
“How do you mean?” countered Bunny.
“Don’t you know what it means to belong to a church?”
“Well, my grandmother takes me to a Baptist church sometimes, and my mother takes me to a ’Piscopal one when I’m visiting her. But I don’t know as I belong to any.”
“My Gosh!” said Paul. It was evident he was deeply impressed by this statement. “You mean your father don’t make you belong to no church?”
“I don’t think Dad believes in things like that very much.”
“My Gosh! And you ain’t scared?”
“Scared of what?”
“Why, hell-fire and brimstone. Of losin’ your soul.”
“No, I never thought about it.”