yesterday, but everybody who went was full of the news; a picture of Hell was coming up on Friday's boat so all the people could see what sinners had to meet when they died.
Reverend Duncan said nobody living could understand how hot Hell really is, but this picture would give them some kind of idea. Although Mary had not gone inside Heaven's Gate Church for years, she was going to stand outside and look through a window and get some idea of how Hell looked.
"Budda," she said, "I come here to say, le's me an' you go look at de picture o Hell."
"I don' want to see em," Ben growled, "I uin' got no money to spend on no picture o Hell. I'll see Hell soon enough."
"I got money, I'll pay you way. Dey ain' gwine charge much if we stand outside an' look at em through de window."
Ben shook his head. His eyes were hard, his mouth was tortured and bitter.
Mary turned her eyes from his unhappy face to the quiet sky where a cloudless spring sun shone white, casting a bright sheen on Budda's black skin and deepening the lines of his haggard face. God's throne was somewhere beyond that dazzling light.
Mary's keen eyes searched the brightness and
