The room looked so lovely in its soft light. The shadowy flowers and baskets of trailing vines in the great bay-window, the dusky pictures on the wall, and the crimson tint given by the furniture. It was so sweet and restful that Kathie felt like having a good talk, so she drew a long breath by way of inspiration.
"Aunt Ruth," she said, in a little perplexity, "why is it that a person is not always willing to try to do right first of all? One wishes to and does not in the same breath."
"I suppose that is the result of our imperfect natures; but it is good to have the desire even."
"Yet when one means to try—is trying—will it never come easy?"
"Do you not find it easier than you did two years ago?"
"But I am older, and have more judgment."
"And a stronger will on the wrong side as well as on the right, beside many more temptations."
"You conquer some of them, though."
"Yet with every new state of life others spring up. Life is a continual warfare."