A few days later she said, equally without supplying him with the context, "It's blessing disguising itself, that's what it is."
Herr Dremmel, who again was supping, said nothing, preferring to wait.
"Blessing only pretending to be cruelty. Not really cruelty at all."
Herr Dremmel still preferred to wait.
"I thought at first it was cruelty," she said, "but now I think perhaps—perhaps it's blessing."
"What did you think was cruelty, Ingeborg?" asked Herr Dremmel, who disliked the repetition of such a word.
"Having this next baby so quickly—without time to forget."
Her eyes grew bright.
"Cruelty, Ingeborg?"
Herr Dremmel said one did not, when one was a pastor's wife, call Providence names.