You see I was always afraid, before, to say I didn't believe in God--because the lightning might strike me--but here I am and it hasn't, of course, but the main point is that this time I wasn't any more afraid of it than I had been when I was a Christian Scientist, like I was last year.

So now I know I'm a materialist and I was fraternizing with the hay when you came out and stood by the woods, scared to death." "Why, you little wretch--" cried Amory indignantly.

"Scared of what ?" "_Yourself!_" she shouted, and he jumped.

She clapped her hands and laughed.

"See--see! Conscience--kill it like me! Eleanor Savage, materiologist--no jumping, no starting, come early--" "But I _have_ to have a soul," he objected.