Mavis's body glowed with the hot blood of righteous anger.

"It can't be," she urged.

"Can't be?"

"It isn't right."

"What's that to do with it?"

"It wouldn't be allowed."

"Who's to stop it?"

"But if it's wrong, it simply can't go on."

"Whose to stop it, I say?"

It was on the tip of Mavis's tongue to urge how He might interfere
to prevent His sparrows being devoured by hawks; but this was not a
subject which she cared to discuss with Miss Allen. This young
person, taking Mavis's silence for the acquiescence of defeat, went
on:

"Of course, on the stage or in books something always happens just
in the nick of time to put things right; but that ain't life, or
nothing like it."

"What is life, then?" asked Mavis, curious to hear what the other
would say.