V.

Aunt Lavvy was getting ready to go away. She held up her night gown to

her chin, smoothing and folding back the sleeves. You thought of her

going to bed in the ugly, yellow, flannel night gown, not caring, lying

in bed and thinking about God.

Mary was sorry that Aunt Lavvy was going. As long as she was there

you felt that if only she would talk everything would at once become

more interesting. She thrilled you with that look of having something--

something that she wouldn't talk about--up her sleeve. The Encyclopaedia

man said that Unitarianism was a kind of Pantheism. Perhaps that was it.

Perhaps she knew the truth about God. Aunt Lavvy would know whether she

ought to tell her mother.

"Aunt Lavvy, if you loved somebody and you found out that their religion

wasn't true, would you tell them or wouldn't you?"

"It would depend on whether they were happy in their religion or not."

"Supposing you'd found out one that was more true and much more

beautiful, and you thought it would make them happier?"

Aunt Lavvy raised her long, stubborn chin. In her face there was a cold

exaltation and a sudden hardness.

"No religion was ever more true or more beautiful than Christianity," she

said.

"There's Pantheism. Aren't Unitarians a kind of Pantheists?"

Aunt Lavvy's white face flushed. "Unitarians Pantheists? Who's been

talking to you about Pantheism?"

"Nobody. Nobody knows about it. I had to find out."

"The less you find out about it the better."

"Aunt Lavvy, you're talking like Mr. Propart. Supposing I honestly think

Pantheism's true?"

"You've no right to think anything about it," Aunt Lavvy said.

"Now you're talking like Papa. And I did so hope you wouldn't."

"I only meant that it takes more time than you've lived to find out what

honest thinking _is_. When you're twenty years older you'll know what

this opinion of yours is worth."

"I know what it's worth to me, now, this minute."

"Is it worth making your mother miserable?"

"That's what Mark would say. How did you know I was thinking of Mamma?"

"Because that's what my brother Victor said to me."

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