Phil smiled into the appealing face.
"Then she's painting, for all we know," he said. "Do you believe music is all that goes on there?"
"It's all that's mentioned," said Eliza apologetically.
"I have an idea that dying doesn't change us any," said the young man. "Why should it?"
"It didn't need to change her," agreed the other, her voice breaking.
"I believe that in the end we get what we want."
"That's comfortin'."
"Not so you'd notice it," returned Phil with conviction. "It makes the chills run down my spine occasionally when I stop to realize it."
"What do you mean?"