"'LET US PUT THIS COLD-BLOODED LETTER ON THE FIRE.'"
Phebe nodded, and they both watched it curl up into a black mass, and then sink down into the heart of the fire.
"Shall we go back, Phebe, dear?"
"What does that mean, Nanna?"
"That you give God your answer."
"That I am willing to do that work myself?"
"Yes."
"And do you really think I could?" looking up into the strong, brave face bending over her.