Eliza had the habit of saying things that weren't true. Like she had an idea for a different kind of test for God's existence. She just knew that the tests she had heard about wouldn't do. She decided to come clean.
"Softy, I really don't have a test, but I do think if we put our heads together we could come up with something."
"How about if we drop paper clips on the floor and see if any words form. If God wanted to he could form any words he wanted."
"But suppose he was on to us, and he didn't want people to believe because of physical proof, but rather believe because they had faith."
"Do you think he'd do that?"
"Why yes," Eliza said.
"Maybe we've already had a sign. The fact that we are being allowed to sell the pillows without a license seems enough of a sign for me."
"How about if we put 'God Saves' on the pillows since he did save our butts."
"And suppose that he doesn't exist, but that we were just plain lucky."
"Well, lots of pillows would be sold, we still wouldn't need a license, and . . ." Eliza stopped abruptly.
"And?"
"It is our mission to see if Dusty is alright? Perhaps we ought to just sell a couple of pillows and move on to the next town. Opportunity or not, our goal is not exactly prosperity but rather to move across the country."
"Sounds like a plan," Softy said.
