God doesn't drown people for swimming on Sunday.

He isn't that sort at all.
He--He--" the unaccustomed teacher of youth faltered hopelessly in his effort to instruct the budding mind, but Ann's eyes were questioning and at their bidding the essential truth of his own childhood came back to him.

"God is Love," he declared firmly.

"Great Scott! a person would think that we lived in the Dark Ages! Don't you let 'em frighten you, Ann.

What are you allowed to do on Sunday anyway ?" "Church," succinctly.