These last words gave me a pang.
"God will help," mother consoled him.
"Only she—she—," sighed my mother, and glanced toward my box, "she is growing taller and taller, do you see?"
"Of course, I see!"
"And a face—bright as the sun."
There is a silence.
"Sarah'le, we are not doing our duty."
"In what respect?"
"In respect to her. How old were you when you married?"
"I was younger than she is."