Then, at last: "Why, you're another Adam--being sent out of the garden for your sin.

Now tell me--honest--was the sin worth it?
I've often wondered." She gave an eager little laugh.
"Why, Nance, it's worth so much that you want to go of your own accord.

Do you suppose Adam could have stayed in that fat, lazy, silly garden after he became alive--with no work, no knowledge, no adventure, no chance to do wrong?
As for earning his bread--the only plausible hell I've ever been able to picture is one where there was nothing to do--no work, no puzzling, no chances to take, no necessity of thinking.

Now, isn't that an ideal hell?
And is it my fault if it happens to be a description of what Christians look forward to as heaven?
I tell you, Adam would have gone out of that garden from sheer boredom after a few days.

The setting of the angel with the flaming sword to guard the gate shows that God still failed to understand the wonderful creature he had made." She smiled, meditative, wondering.
"I dare say, for my part, I'd have eaten that apple if the serpent had been at all persuasive.