I have no claim on her; I do not acknowledge her laws--hardly her existence, and she has no authority over me.

Why should she, how could she, constituted as she is, receive such as me?
The moment she did so, she would cease to be what she is; and, if all be true that one hears of her, she does me a kindness in excluding me.

What can it matter to me, Letty, whether they call me a lady or not, so long as Jesus says _Daughter_ to me?
It reminds me of what I heard my father say once to Mr.Turnbull, when he had been protesting that none but church people ought to be buried in the churchyards.

'I don't care a straw about it, Mr.Turnbull,' he said.

'The Master was buried in a garden.'-- 'Ah, but you see things are different now,' said Mr.Turnbull.--'I don't hang by things, but by my Master.