"Yes," observed Margaret; "and it will never be what it was again. It does not look the same."
"I think even the blue sky has grown dim," said Dora; "yet I like to look at it, because I can think that little Rose is there. But the sky will never be dim to you, Amy."
"Why not?" asked Amy. "I know I must have a great many sorrows, just as other people have."
"But," replied Dora, "I am sure it is something in one's own mind which causes it. The earth often looks gloomy when there is really nothing the matter; but I do not think the sky would, if we never did wrong: and that is the reason why I do not think it ever will to you."
"Indeed, Dora," exclaimed Amy; "you don't know anything about me; and you will find out some day how bad I am."
"I dont wish to find it out," said Dora. "It pleases me to believe there are some people in the world who always do right."
"Then you shall believe it of mamma, and Mrs Walton, and Miss Morton," said Amy.
"I don't like to think of Emily," replied Dora. "When will she let us go and talk to her."
"I hope she will soon," said Margaret. "It quite weighs upon my mind."
"I told her yesterday that you wished it," answered Amy; "and then she said you thought a great deal more about things than herself, and she did not like you to be distressed; and that she had thought you would have understood her feelings by her manner at breakfast and dinner."