"Of course not," replied Margaret; "what two people in the world are alike? And then we have been brought up so differently."
"A great many people are alike, though," said Dora; "my aunt, and uncle, and Emily are, and Mr Walton, too; and I would rather think and feel as they do than live in a palace."
"Would you?" said Margaret. "I am not sure about that."
"But indeed," replied Dora, "it must be better. I never thought about it till I knew Amy; but now I am quite certain. All such persons seem to carry about their happiness with them."
"Not always. I have seen Amy unhappy; and Emily Morton, we all know, has been miserable."
"Yes," said Dora; "but I am sure it is not like our unhappiness. There is always something to comfort them, because they think their troubles are sent them, and that they shall be happy when they die, even if they are ever so miserable now, I could bear anything if I did not think it would last for ever."
"But how should it?" said Margaret. "You know everything will come to an end at some time or other."
"Oh Margaret!" exclaimed her sister, "please don't talk so."
"Why not? it is true."
"No," replied Dora; "it cannot be true to say that troubles will come to an end when we die, if we have not tried to do right. Amy put it into my head to think about it one night, when I was with her as she was going to bed. She said that sleep was like death, and perhaps we might never wake again; and ever since that I have never gone to sleep without remembering it; and sometimes I become so frightened."