promise to pay two hundred a year will you let me off going to church? Come now!"
"No, no, sir," said Faith, dimpling roguishly. "I want you to go to church, too."
"Well, a bargain is a bargain. I reckon I can stand it twelve times a year. What a sensation it'll make the first Sunday I go! And old Susan Baker says I'm going to hell, hey? Do you believe I'll go there—come,now, do you?"
"I hope not, sir," stammered Faith in some confusion.
"Why do you hope not? Come, now, why do you hope not? Give us a reason, girl—give us a reason."
"It—it must be a very—uncomfortable place, sir."
"Uncomfortable? All depends on your taste in company, girl. I'd soon get tired of angels. Fancy old Susan in a halo, now!"
Faith did fancy it, and it tickled her so much that she had to laugh. Norman eyed her approvingly.
"See the fun of it, hey? Oh, I like you—you're great. About this church business now—can your father preach?"
"He is a splendid preacher," said loyal Faith.
"He is, hey? I'll see—I'll watch out for flaws. He'd better be careful what he says before me. I'll catch him—I'll trip him up—I'll keep tabs on his arguments. I'm bound to have some fun out of this church going business. Does he ever preach hell?"
"No—o—o—I don't think so."
