Mary talked or she did not talk according to her mood, but she soon made it very plain that there was only one way of looking at everything inside and outside the earth, and that was Mary's way.

Barbara had no affection, but a certain blind terror for God.

It was precisely as though some one were standing with a hammer behind a tree, and were waiting to hit you on the back of your head at the first opportunity.

But God was not, on the whole, of much importance; her Friend was the great problem, and before many days were passed Mary was told all about him.
"He used to come often and often.

He'd be there just where you wanted him--when the light was out or anything.