"Did you ever hear anything so awful?
It's as if--as if God were very furious--about something.

Do you think He is, dear?
Do you ?" She pressed close to him with white, pleading face upraised.

"Do you believe in God, Billikins?
Honestly now!" The man hesitated, holding her fast in his arms, seeing only the quivering, childish mouth and beseeching eyes.
"You don't, do you ?" she said.

"I don't myself, Billikins.

I think He's just a myth.