That meant that they felt beneath and behind them an upholding, unfailing, serviceable love--perhaps it was really the accumulated mother-love of the race they felt--but it was a Power.
"Just what is your theory of worship ?" I asked her.
"Worship?
What is that ?" I found it singularly difficult to explain.

This Divine Love which they felt so strongly did not seem to ask anything of them--"any more than our mothers do," she said.
"But surely your mothers expect honor, reverence, obedience, from you.
You have to do things for your mothers, surely ?" "Oh, no," she insisted, smiling, shaking her soft brown hair.

"We do things FROM our mothers--not FOR them.

We don't have to do things FOR them--they don't need it, you know.

But we have to live on--splendidly--because of them; and that's the way we feel about God." I meditated again.