It's jest his way." Sylvia sniffed.

She looked scornfully at Charlotte, who had raised her head when she came in, but whose eyes were red.

"Folks had better been created without ways, then," she retorted.

"They'd better have been created slaves; they'd been enough sight happier an' better off, an' so would other folks that they have to do with, than to have so many ways, an' not sense enough to manage 'em.

I don't believe in free-will, for my part." "Sylvy Crane, you ain't goin' to deny one of the doctrines of the Church at your time of life ?" demanded a new voice.