It was just good to be there and there was no doubting
the perfect May day. So they sat reverently until Billy, looking again
at that mass of shimmering greens and into those church-like aisles,
said:
"Hank, some one of us had ought to go to church to-day. I wish to God
I had kep' up going to Sunday school. Mother got me started but she
died before she could get me started in on church. So I never went.
It's a terrible thing for a man not to learn religion along with his
reading and writing and 'rithmetic. I used to think it was nobody's
business whether I had any religion or not after mother died. I knew
that where she was she'd understand. But I see now it was a terrible
mistake thinking that way and not laying in a supply of religion. A
man thinks he owns himself and that certain things are nobody's
business, but by-and-by along comes a wife or a red-headed baby and
things happen different from what you've ever expected, things that you
just got to have religion for, and gosh--what are you going to do then
if you ain't got any?"
This terrible situation being beyond the mental powers of Hank, that
soul just sat still until Billy puzzled a way out.
"Somebody'd ought to go to church from out this house to-day," went on
Billy in a low voice.
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