“Miss Sabrina, do you believe in another world?”
“My dear child, most certainly.”
“And have we the same feelings, the same affections, there as here?”
“Is love one of these?”
“The best, isn’t it?”
“Well, then, my brother took his love for Cicely; if she should die to-day, how much would she care for him, when she met him?”
“I think that something else would be provided for your brother, probably,” said Miss Sabrina, timidly.
“Another wife? Why not arrange that for Ferdie Morrison, and give Cicely to Jack?”
“She loved Ferdie the best. Aren’t you inclined to think that it must be when they both love?” suggested the maiden lady.