My grandfather is terribly earnest in his religion.

There is no pretence or mistake about it; but, for all that, or rather because of it, he would, if he could, allow no one else to have a will or opinion of his own." "I don't think it's the religion, John, but the manner of the religion.
My mother and grandmother are both as religious as anyone could be; but I don't think I ever heard either of them say a hard word of a soul.

Their religion is a pleasure to them, and not a task, and I know that some years ago, when we had a priest who was always denouncing the Protestants, they very soon managed to get him changed for another.
"What a funny thing it is, to be sure, that people should quarrel about their religion! After all, we believe all the same important things; and as to others, what does it matter, provided we all do our best in the way that seems right to us ?" But this was too liberal for John.

He had been brought up in too strait a sect to subscribe to such an opinion as this.
"I do think it makes a difference, Walter," he said slowly.
"I don't," Walter said.

"It's just a matter of bringing up.