THE SONG OF THE LARK
sewing up two bad gashes in the face of a little boy who had been kicked by a mule. After the boy had been bandaged and sent away with his father, Thea helped the doctor wash and put away the surgical instruments. Then she dropped into her accustomed seat beside his desk and began to talk about the tramp. Her eyes were hard and green with excitement, the doctor noticed.
"It seems to me, Dr. Archie, that the whole town 's to blame. I 'm to blame, myself. I know he saw me hold my nose when he went by. Father 's to blame. If he believes the Bible, he ought to have gone to the calaboose and cleaned that man up and taken care of him. That 's what I can't understand; do people believe the Bible, or don't they? If the next life is all that matters, and we 're put here to get ready for it, then why do we try to make money, or learn things, or have a good time? There 's not one person in Moonstone that really lives the way the New Testament says. Does it matter, or don't it?"
Dr. Archie swung round in his chair and looked at her, honestly and leniently. "Well, Thea, it seems to me like this. Every people has had its religion. All religions are good, and all are pretty much alike. But I don't see how we could live up to them in the sense you mean. I 've thought about it a good deal, and I can't help feeling that while we are in this world we have to live for the best things of this world, and those things are material and positive. Now, most religions are passive, and they tell us chiefly what we should not do." The doctor moved restlessly, and his eyes hunted for something along the opposite wall: "See here, my girl, take out the years of early childhood and the time we spend in sleep and dull old age, and we only have about twenty able, waking years. That 's not long enough to get acquainted with half the fine things that have been done in the world, much less to do anything ourselves. I think we ought to keep the Commandments and help other people all we can; but the main thing is to live those
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