"People never come back when they're dead, do they?" She had no idea of the longing in her voice.
"No, you poor baby!" Clare rose hastily and began to walk up and down the room, as her fashion was when she was stirred.
"Never?"
"'Stieg je ein Freund Dir aus dem Grabe wieder?'" murmured Clare.
"What, Miss Hartill?"
"Never, Louise."
Louise's thistledown fancies were scattered by her tone. Impossible to discredit any statement of Miss Hartill's. Yet she protested timidly.
"There was the Witch of Endor, Miss Hartill. Samuel, you know."
"Is that Meredith?" said Clare absently. Then she caught Louise's expression. "What's the matter?"
"But it's the Bible!" cried Louise horrified.