“Could you conscientiously swear that you don’t believe in some sort of prime cause?”
“Of course I couldn’t.”
“Well, there you are. We are not so very illogical when we use the word God.”
She looked into the distance, thinking.
“After all, life’s a marvellous fairy tale.”
“Exactly.”
“And sometimes we get glimmerings of the ‘how,’ if we do not know the ‘why.’”
“Let a child go on believing in fairy tales—let us all keep our wonder and our humility. All that should happen is that our wonder and our humility should widen and deepen as we grow older, and fairy tales become more fascinating. I must ask Miss Vance to put all that Old Testament stuff of hers on the shelf. When you don’t know, tell the child so. But tell her there is someone who does know.”
Her eyes lifted to his.
“Thank you, so much.”