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Why doesn’t He want to?” Rufus said. “It would be so much easier for Him.”
“God—doesn’t—believe—in—the—easy—way,” she said, with a certain triumph, spacing the words and giving them full emphasis. “Not for us, not for anything or anybody, not even for Himself. God wants us to come to Him, to find Him, the best we can.”
“Like hide-and-go-seek,” said Catherine.
“What was that?” their mother asked rather anxiously.
“Like hide ...”
“Aw, it isn’t a bit like hide-and-seek, is it, Mama?” Rufus cut in. “Hidenseek’s just a game, just a game. God doesn’t fool around playing games, does He, Mama! Does He! Does He!”
“Shame on you, Rufus,” his mother said warmly, and not without relief. “Why, shame on you!” For Catherine’s face had swollen and her mouth had bunched tight, and she glared from her brother to her mother and back again with scalding hot eyes.