“I have known good women.”
“In the convent?”
“I suppose there they were good, just as stones that lie in the grass are good in that they do very little harm.”
“But they served God!”
“Mere habit, just as you eat your dinner.”
“A hard saying.”
“Your sayings would be hard, child, if you had learnt what I have learnt of the world.”
Garlotte pulled her blue smock from the tree and wrapped it round her shoulders.
“But you love God?” she said.
“What is God?”