"None. I want to be a success in the line I have mapped out for myself. I care for nothing else. My epitaph can be:
"'She made earth give her its best,
And earth demanded her best in return.'"
"No, that's heathenish. It isn't worthy of you. Earth is our servant, not our master."
"Look at the churchyards."
"I see nothing there but worn-out caskets, waiting till their owners come back. Oh, Monnie, look up and believe!"
"It's too much trouble."
Monica seldom spoke so unreservedly, but Sidney was not shocked. She remembered her daily in her prayers, and believed that she would see differently one day. Then Monica gave herself a little shake.
"We have talked enough of my concerns. Tell me yours. Something is troubling you. What is it?"
"It seems such a mare's nest," said Sidney. "It's undefined trouble in the future, and, yet I don't know, I have something definite to worry me. You are so safe that I will tell you."
And Sidney told her friend of what her father had said to her that afternoon.