"That will be nice," said Phebe, with a choke in her voice, brought there by a sudden hope.
"Wouldn't you like to travel?"
"I should rather think I would."
"Well then, don't you think the time has come when we might sell this business and start somewhere else? I should dearly like to go to Australia. Will you consent?"
"If you will only wait till father is taken home, I will willingly go wherever you choose."
"But why should we wait till then? The Bible says 'a man shall leave his father and his mother and shall cleave unto his wife.'"
"Yes," said Phebe, trying to laugh, "but it does not say a woman shall leave her father and cleave unto her husband." Then, more seriously, "Do you think it is right for marriage to break every family tie? Don't you think a child has duties to its parents, however old it may become? Think how lovingly Jesus thought of His mother, providing as far as possible against her feeling lonely."
"If you are going to preach, I'm done."
"I am not preaching, but I do always like to see if there is anything in the life of Jesus that fits in with my life, so that it will guide me."
"Well, I cannot 'fit in' with this humdrum life much longer, so I tell you that plainly, and I don't mean to, either. If God calls you to stay here, God calls me to go elsewhere; so how can you reconcile those two things?"