“I don’t know. I have had it so short a time.”
“You are longing for freedom, and can find nothing to compensate for the bitterness of its loss. Is not that it?”
“I don’t think it is only that. My aunt was only buried the day before yesterday. I should be very callous and ungrateful if I could forget her so readily.”
“Yet you cannot deny the events of the past day have put a great gulf betwixt you and her.”
“Yes; I could think she had died a year ago along with uncle. Poor thing! It would have been so much better if she had done so, I think.”
“How long do you think your term of imprisonment will last?”
Rosalie shook her head.
“I don’t know. The future has always been a blank to me. I never built those castles in the air that many love to build.”
“How about your prayer to find a tongue?”
“I don’t know. I longed to speak, but never looked into a future crowned by successful prayer.”