Arthur turned his flushed face, which was more sympathizing than he knew, towards his sister, and kicked his foot impatiently on the rug.
"But there is an end to it, after all, Arthur, in this case; because papa says that this poor creature has a home preparing which will be—"
Arthur looked enquiringly.
"Joy for evermore," said Nellie reverently.
Arthur moved uneasily. "I don't see the good of it," he said. "Do you suppose this woman is willing to wait to have all her good things there?"
"Papa said she was. She told him that if she had had everything comfortable, as she used in the old days, she should never have been driven by despair, as she has been, to find that the love of Christ is worth more than everything else in the world!"
Arthur turned his head restlessly again, and after a moment's pause said, hesitating, "Walter thinks like that, doesn't he?"
"Indeed he does," answered Nellie; "and oh, it is such a comfort when one does."
Softly as the conversation had been carried on, it had disturbed Ada's reading. She pushed her book away, almost peevishly.
"Ada, lie down on the sofa, and I will read you both to sleep," said Nellie, looking at her kindly.