She paused and said, "Fill 'er up again, honey; preaching is thirsty work - and not too strong on the ginger ale this time; that's good rye.  And that ain't all.  If God didn't want women to be looked at, he would have made 'em ugly - that's reasonable, isn't it?  God isn't a cheat; He set up the game Himself - He wouldn't rig it so that the marks can't win, like a flat joint wheel in a town with the fix on.  He wouldn't send anybody to Hell for losing in a crooked game.